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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.”

“but there’s no bottom, none,
In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters,
Your matrons and your maids could not fill up
The cistern of my lust, and my desire
All continent impediments would o’erbear
That did oppose my will.”
What is his problem genuinely 😭

“That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
Yet grace must still look so.”

“Thou liest, thou shag-haired villain!”
“What, you egg!”
Someone tell me Shakespeare isn’t funny

“And what will you do now? How will you live?”
“As birds do, mother.”
“What, with worms and flies?”
“With what I get, I mean - and so do they.”

“By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks, whoever knocks!”

“Who could refrain
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to make’s love known?”

“Who can be wise, amazed, temperate, and furious,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.
The expedition of my violent love
Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
His silver skin laced with his golden blood -
And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature
For ruin’s wasteful entrance;”

“Your royal father’s murdered.”
“Oh, by whom?”
Because that’s a completely appropriate response to finding out your father was murdered

“Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit,
And look on death itself! Up, up, and see
The great doom’s image!”