Enter with drum and colours, Malcolm, old Siward, Macduff, and company., 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.

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

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

[Exeunt.