[Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, and their Army, with boughs]
MALCOLM
Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down.
We’re near enough to ditch our screens of leaves,
And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle,
And show them who we are. You, Uncle Siward,
Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,
Will, with my cousin, your most noble son, lead
Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff and we
Our first wave of attack. Macduff and us
Shall take upon's what else remains to do,
Will carry out whatever’s left to do,
According to our order.
As per our plan.
SIWARD
Fare you well.
Well then, goodbye to you.
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
If we are faced with all that tyrant’s might,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
We’ll only lose when no one’s left to fight.
MACDUFF
Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
Let all our trumpets sound; fill them with breath,
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
Forewarning them of pending blood and death.
[Exeunt]