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The Tragedie Of Macbeth: Actus Quintus, Scena Quinta Lyrics by I Shalt Become
The Tragedie Of Macbeth: Actus Quintus, Scena Quinta by I Shalt Become
Creepes in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last Syllable of Recorded time:
And all our yesterdays, haue lighted Fooles
The way to dusty death. Out, out breefe Candle,
Life's but a walking Shadow, a poore Player.
That struts and frets his houre vpon the Stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a Tale
Told by an Ideot, full of sound and fury