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Scene VII] Macbeth 115 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. Macduff. Make all our trumpets speak ; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. 10 [Exeunt. The First Battle Scene Scene VII. Another part of the Held Alarums. Enter Macbeth Macbeth. They have tied me to a stake; I can- not 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. Enter young Siward Young Shvard. What is thy name? Macbeth. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.