1 Enter with drum and colours, Macbeth, Seyton and Soldiers.
2 Let every soldier hew him down a bough, And bear't before him.
3 Enter, with drum and colours Menteith, Caithness, Angus, Lennox and Soldiers.
4 Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, old Siward, Ross, Thanes and Soldiers.
5 This is the sergeant Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought 'Gainst my captivity.'
6 Your eye in Scotland Would create soldiers, make our women fight, To doff their dire distresses.
7 Gracious England hath Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men; An older and a better soldier none That Christendom gives out.
8 Enter, with drum and colours Malcolm, old Siward and his Son, Macduff, Menteith, Caithness, Angus, Lennox, Ross and Soldiers, marching.
9 Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: He only liv'd 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.