SCENE VIDunsinane. Before the castle. Drum and colours.
Enter MALCOLM, old SIWARD, MACDUFF, and their Army, with boughs.
Now near enough: your leavy screens throw down,
And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle,
Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,
Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff and we
Shall take upon's what else remains to do,
According to our order.
Fare you well.
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. (9)
Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt.