| ACT V.
6. SCENE VI. The same. A Plain before the Castle.
 [Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, old Siward, Macduff, &c.,
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.
 
 [Exeunt.]
 
 |