Macbeth soliloquy

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
To the last syllable of recorded time Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time
The way to dusty death out out brief candle 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
Life’s but a walking shadow a poor player 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
That struts and frets his our upon the stage 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
And then is heard no more Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty face 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
It is a tale Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty face 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
Told by an idiot 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
Full of sound and fury 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
Signifying nothing 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

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