Macbeth

The Same.A Plain before the Castle.

Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c., and their Army, with boughs.

Mal.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.

Siw.Fare you well.

Do we but find the tyrant’s power to-night,

Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

Macd.Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.[Exeunt.