Scene Six
[A Plain before the Castle]
Drum and colours. Enter Malcolm, Siward, Macduff, 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,
Lead our first battle; worthy Macduff and we 4
Shall take upon 's what else remains to do,
According to our order.
Siw. Fare you well.
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. 8
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
Scene Seven
[Another Part of the Plain]
Enter Macbeth.
Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
But bear-like I must fight the course. What's he
That was not born of woman? Such a one
Am I to fear, or none. 4
Enter Young Siward.
Young Siw. What is thy name?
Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
4 battle: line of battle
2 course: round, innings; cf. n.
