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.