The same. A Plain before the Castle.
[Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, old Siward, Macduff, &c.,
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.