The Tragedy of Macbeth
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Act V, Scene 6
Dunsinane. Before the castle.
[Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF,]
[p]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.