Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, and their Army, with boughs


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.


Fare you well.

Do we but find the tyrant’s power to-night,

Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.


Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.