DuncanThis castle hath a pleasant seat.The air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself unto our gentle senses.
DuncanSee,see our honored hostess! The love that follows us sometime is our trouble.Which still we thank of love.Herein i teach you How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains. And thank us for your trouble
Lady MacbethAll our service,in every point done and then double.Were poor and single business to contend against those honors deep and broad wherewith.Your Majesty loads our house.For those of old.And the late dignities heaped up to them.We rest your hermits