Act 5
Scene VI
Dunsinane. Before the castle.
| Drum and colours. Enter Malcolm, old Siward, Macduff, and their Army, with boughs. | |
| Malcolm |
Now near enough: your leavy screens throw down,
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| Siward |
Fare you well.
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| Macduff |
Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
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