Act V. Scene
VI.
Scene VI.—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.
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