Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: 8
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd
The air is delicate.
Enter Lady.
Dun. 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 12
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 16
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.
Dun. Where's the Thane of Cawdor? 20
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 and noble hostess,
We are your guest to-night.
Lady M. Your servants ever 25
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; 28
Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess. Exeunt.
8 pendent: hanging
procreant: breeding
11 sometime: sometimes
13 'eyld: reward; cf. n.
20 hermits: i.e., who will always pray for you
21 cours'd: chased
22 purveyor: caterer, advance courier
25–28 Your . . . own; cf. n.
28 Still: always
