No Fear Shakespeare: Macbeth: Act 5, scene v

	MACBETH
	She should have died hereafter.
	There would have been a time for such a word.
	Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
20	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
25	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.

MACBETH

She would have died later anyway. That news was bound to come someday. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. The days creep slowly along until the end of time. And every day that's already happened has taken fools that much closer to their deaths. Out, out, brief candle. Life is nothing more than an illusion. It's like a poor actor who struts and worries for his hour on the stage and then is never heard from again. Life is a story told by an idiot, full of noise and emotional disturbance but devoid of meaning.

Enter a MESSENGER

A MESSENGER enters.

	Thou comest to use
	Thy tongue; thy story quickly.

You've come to tell me something. Tell me quickly.

	MESSENGER
	Gracious my lord,
30	I should report that which I say I saw,
	But know not how to do 't.

MESSENGER

My gracious lord, I should tell you what I saw, but I don't know how to say it.

	MACBETH
	Well, say, sir.

MACBETH

Just say it.

	MESSENGER
	As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
	I looked toward Birnam, and anon methought
	The wood began to move.

MESSENGER

As I was standing watch on the hill, I looked toward Birnam, and I thought I saw the forest begin to move.

	MACBETH
	Liar and slave!

MACBETH

Liar and slave!

	MESSENGER
35	Let me endure your wrath, if 't be not so.
	Within this three mile may you see it coming;
	I say, a moving grove.

MESSENGER

Punish me if it's not true. Three miles from here you can see it coming, a moving forest.