| ACT V. | |
| SCENE VI. The same. A Plain before the Castle. | |
| [Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, old Siward, Macduff, &c., |
| and their Army, with boughs.] |
| MALCOLM. | |
| Now near enough; your leafy 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. |
| SIWARD. | |
| Fare you well.-- |
| Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, |
| Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. |
| MACDUFF. | |
| Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, |
| Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. |
| [Exeunt.] |