1:57:03
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...
1:57:07
... creeps in this petty pace
from day to day...
1:57:10
... to the last syllable
of recorded time.
1:57:14
And all our yesterdays have lighted
fools the way to dusty death.
1:57:33
Out, out, brief candle.
1:57:41
Life's but a walking shadow.
1:57:44
A poor player struts and frets
his hour upon the stage...
1:57:48
...and then is heard no more.
1:57:52
It is a tale told by an idiot...
1:57:57
...full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.
1:58:02
Gracious, my lord!
1:58:04
Thy story, quickly!
1:58:05
I should report that which I saw,
but know not how.
1:58:09
Well? Say, sir.
1:58:11
As I did stand my watch,
I looked toward Birnam.
1:58:14
And anon, methought,
the wood began to move.
1:58:17
Liar and slave!
1:58:19
Within a mile may you see it coming.
A moving grove.
1:58:43
If thou speakst false, upon the next
tree shalt thou hang alive...
1:58:48
...till famine cling thee.