Mal. (without)
Now near enough; your leafy screens throw down,
And show like those you are:— [Trumpet heard; the boughs are thrown down and the Army discovered.
You, worthy uncle,
Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,
Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we,
Shall take upon us what else remains to do,
According to our order.

Siw.
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. [March and exeunt R.

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