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Act V,s.5: Tomorrow & tomorrow & 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 & frets his hour upon the stage/ and then is heard from no more. It is a tale/ told by an idiot, full of sound & fury,/ signifying nothing.

“look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under ‘t” okayy lady macbeth spitting bars like it’s nothing

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