[In front of Macbeth's castle. Enter Malcolm, Siward, Macduff and soldiers with their camouflage branches ]
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 tonight,
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]
