Macbeth

Luca Reffo, Macbeth, drawing on paper

Dall'atto quinto, scena quinta:

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MACBETH   Wherefore was that cry?

SEYTON   The queen, my lord, is dead.

MACBETH   She should have died hereafter;

There would have been a time for such a word.
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.