NORTH.
What hurry and haste had been on all sides to get into the House of Murder!
"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."
Ay, where is the Thane of Cawdor? I, for one, not knowing, can't say. The gracious Duncan desires much to see him as well as his gracious Hostess.
"Give me your hand:
Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, Hostess."
Ay—where's the Thane of Cawdor? Why did not Shakspeare show him to us, sitting at supper with the King?
TALBOYS.
Did he sup with the King?
BULLER.