Macbeth Act 1
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- Smells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze, buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle. Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, the air is delicate.
- This castle hath a pleasant seat. The air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself unto our senses.
- All our service, in every point twice done and then done double, were poor and single business to contend against those honors deep and broad wherewith your majesty loads out house. For those of old and the late dignities heaped up to them, we rest your hermits.
- See, see, our honored hostess! The love that follows us sometime is out trouble, which we still thank as love. Herein I teach you how you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains, and thank us for your trouble.
- Give me your hand. Conduct me to mine host. We love him highly and shall continue our graces towards him. By your leave, hostess.
- Your servants ever have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs in compt, to make their audit at your highness' pleasure, still to return your own.
- Where's the Thane of Cawdor? We coursed him t the heels and had a purpose to be his purveyor; but he rides well. and his love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him to his home before us. Fair and noble hostess, we are your guest tonight.
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