[Dunsinane. Before the castle. Drum and colors. Enter Malcolm, Siward, Macduff, 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,
Siward
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.
[Exit]