Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours,
MALCOLM, old SIWARD, ROSS, the other Thanes, and Soldiers.
MALCOLM: I would the friends we miss were safe arrived. 
SIWARD: Some must go off: and yet, by these I see,
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
MALCOLM: Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
ROSS: Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
He only lived but till he was a man; 
The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.