Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, old SIWARD, MACDUFF,
and their Army, with boughs.
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.