See, See our honor'd hotness. He love that follows us sometime is our trouble. How you shall bid God ’s for your pains, And thank us for your trouble.
The same. Before the castle.
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 our house: for those of old, And the late dignities heap’d up to them, We rest your hermits
In this scene, King Duncan arrives at Inverness and welcomed by Lady Macbeth.
Where's the Thane of Cawdor? We cours’d him at the heels and had a purpose, To be his purveyor, but he rides well, And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him, To his home before us. Fair an noble hostess, We are your guest to-night.