Macbeth
We will speak further.
Lady Macbeth
Only look up clear;
To alter favour ever is to fear:
Leave all the rest to me.
Exeunt.
Scene VI
Before Macbeth’s castle.
Duncan
This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
Banquo
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.