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This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses.
This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses.
This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his loved 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 observed, The air is delicate.
This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his loved 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 observed, The air is delicate.
See, see, our honour’d hostess! The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you How you shall bid God ’ild us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble.
Look, look, our honored hostess! The love we receive sometimes brings us trouble, Which we still thank as love. Here, I’ll show you How you should pray that God blesses us for your trouble, And thank us for our kindness.
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 wherewith Your majesty loads our house: for those of old, And the late dignities heap’d up to them, We rest your hermits.
All our service In every way, twice done and done again Would still be poor compared to the great honor Your majesty has shown our house: for those of old, And the recent honors added to them, We are your humble servants.
Where’s the thane of Cawdor? We coursed 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 and noble hostess, We are your guest to-night.
Where is the Thane of Cawdor? We chased him to the end, and planned to be his supplier, But he rides fast; And his great love, as sharp as his spurs, helped him Get home before us. Fair and noble hostess, We are your guests tonight.
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.
Your servants always Keep track of what’s theirs, and what belongs to you, To settle everything at your convenience, And always return what’s yours.
Give me your hand; Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly, And shall continue our graces towards him. By your leave, hostess.
Give me your hand; Lead me to my host: we think highly of him, And will continue to show him our favor. If you’ll excuse me, hostess.