[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,
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.
[Exit]
