1:56:03
I've almost forgot the taste of fear.
1:56:15
The time has been, my senses would
have cooled to hear a night-shriek.
1:56:23
My fell of hair...
1:56:25
...would at a dismal treatise
rouse and stir as life were in it.
1:56:33
I have supped full with horrors.
1:56:40
Wherefore was that cry?
1:56:44
The queen, my lord, is dead.
1:56:53
She should have died hereafter.
1:56:56
There would have been
a time for such a word.
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.