...arid stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was...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...

...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Re-enter DOCTOR. DoC. The queen, my lord, is dead. MAC. She'should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player Finisci, e breve cerо ! Ombra che fugge, Ecco la vita ; un mimo che,...

...Wherefore was that cry ? Enter SETTON. Sey. The Queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have di'd hereafter: There would have been a time for such a...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...

...horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thougnts. Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry t Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should...To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have...

...and my fell of hair ' Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir, As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors : Direness, familiar to my slaughterous...To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have...

...and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that...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...

...Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry ? Sty. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have...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...

...strain whereinto Macbeth falls spontaneously, on being apprized of the death of his Lady : — She would have died hereafter ; There would have been a time...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...

...start me. Re-enter SF.YTON. Wherefore was that cry ? SST. The queen, my lord, is dead. К. МАСВ. t me find,— Though my gross blood be stain'd walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no...

...SKY. The queen, my lord, is dead. К. Млев. She should have died hereafter ; There would have heen breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms...her breast, And homeward through the dark laundb walking shadow; a poor phi ver, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And theu is heard no...