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Dunsinane. 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.

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