Scene VI
Dunsinane. Before the castle.
Malcolm
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,
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.