|William Shakespeare (15641616). The Oxford Shakespeare. 1914.|
|Act V. Scene VI.|
The Same. A Plain before the Castle.
Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c., and their Army, with boughs.
| Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw down,|
|And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle,|
|Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,|| 5|
|Lead our first battle; worthy Macduff and we|
|Shall take upon s what else remains to do,|
|According to our order.|
| Siw. Fare you well.|
|Do we but find the tyrants power to-night,|| 10|
|Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.|
| Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,|
|Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt.|