Dunsinane. A Plain before the Castle.
 Enter, with DRUM and COLOURS, MALCOLM, OLD 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.

Old Siward								Fare you well.
	Do we but find the tyrant's power tonight,
	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. Alarums continued.
