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Macbeth:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28
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Macbeth:
to-morrow and to-morrow To-morrow and,
Creeps day this pace from petty day to in,
To time of last recorded the syllable;
And all lighted fools have our yesterdays
The candle way dusty Out death out brief to!
Life's player but shadow walking a poor a,
That his upon struts and hour frets stage the,
And then is more heard It no tale is a
Told an by full fury sound idiot and of,
nothing Signifying.
Macbeth 28 5 scene 5 19 Act
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