William Shakespeare's Macbeth, his famous "Scottish play" is the story of a good man turned evil by a dark ambition he cannot control.
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Act I. Scene VI.

Scene VI.—The Same. Before the Castle.

Bautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MAL-
COLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX,
MACDUFF,ROSS, ANGUS, and Attendants.

Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
Ban. This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve
By his lov'd mansionry that the heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant
cradle:
Where they most breed and haunt, I have
observ'd
The air Is delicate.

Enter LADY MACBETH.
Dun. See, see, our honour'd hostess I
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach
you
How you shall bid God 'eyld us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.
Lady M. All our service,
In every point twice done, and then done
double,
Were poor and single business, to contend
Against those honours deep and broad where-
with
Your majesty loads our house: for those of old,
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
We rest your hermits.
Dun. 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 bis spur, hath holp
him
To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest to-night.
Lady M. 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.
Dun. Give me your hand;
Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess. [Exeunt.
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