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 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. william shakespeare i never happen to understand how macbeth feels when i was reading this for secondary's literature. why did he see life that way, what happened to lady macbeth that caused her the soundness of mind, what was actually going on in his mind as he uttered such words...... even by now, after completing the all five acts of the play, the quests were not answered, yet more are formed. why the three wicked witches targeted macbeth at the first place? why did macbeth, once a respectful noble man of duncan, took the prophecies so highly? why hadn't ba...