Sound & Fury 
Quotes from Macbeth

Act 5 Scene 5 

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Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

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.

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There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.

I ‘gin to be aweary of the sun,And wish th’ estate o’ th’ world were now undone.—Ring the alarum-bell!—Blow, wind! Come, wrack!At least we’ll die with harness on our back.

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