Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day; to the...
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Macbeth:
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.
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Tomorrow and tomorrow
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and tomorrow
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creeps in this petty pace from day to day
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to the last syllable of recorded time
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and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way
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to dusty death
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Out out brief candle
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Life's but a walking shadow
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a poor player that struts
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and frets his hour upon the stage
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and then is heard no more
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It is a tale told by an idiot
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full of sound and fury
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signifying nothing
Clip duration: 72 seconds
Views: 356
Timestamp in movie: 01h 37m 20s
Uploaded: 22 November, 2022
Genres: drama, history, war
Summary: Macbeth, the Thane of Glamis, receives a prophecy from a trio of witches that one day he will become King of Scotland. Consumed by ambition and spurred to action by his wife, Macbeth murders his king and takes the throne for himself.
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00:43 I will not yield
00:17 Stands Scotland where it did
00:28 Laugh to scorn the power of man
00:48 Nor tarrying here
00:18 This is the very painting of your fear
00:54 I have liv'd long enough
00:18 Thou hast it now
00:12 God's benison go with you
00:09 The charm's wound up
00:06 I see thee still and on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood
00:24 By the clock 'tis day and yet dark night strangles the...
00:21 And when we have our naked frailties hid that suffer in...
01:12 To the last syllable of recorded time