Macd. I beleeue, Drinke gaue thee the Lye last Night
Port. That it did, Sir, i'the very Throat on me: but I requited him for his Lye, and (I thinke) being too strong for him, though he tooke vp my Legges sometime, yet I made a Shift to cast him. Enter Macbeth.
Macd. Is thy Master stirring?
Our knocking ha's awak'd him: here he comes
Lenox. Good morrow, Noble Sir
Macb. Good morrow both
Macd. Is the King stirring, worthy Thane?
Macb. Not yet
Macd. He did command me to call timely on him,
I haue almost slipt the houre
Macb. Ile bring you to him
Macd. I know this is a ioyfull trouble to you:
But yet 'tis one
Macb. The labour we delight in, Physicks paine:
This is the Doore