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Now near enough: your leafy 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.
We’re close enough now: drop your leafy branches. And show who you really are. You, my noble uncle, Will, with my cousin, your noble son, Lead our first battle: noble Macduff and I Will take care of the rest, according to our plan.
Fare you well. Do we but find the tyrant’s power to-night, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
Goodbye. If we find the tyrant’s army tonight, Let us be defeated, if we can’t fight.
Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
Let’s make all our trumpets sound; give them all a blast, Those loud messengers of blood and death.