消えろ、消えろ、つかの間の燈火
消えろ、消えろ、つかの間の燈火
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
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.
SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the castle.