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A Piece From Shakespeare's Macbeth. ஸேக்ஷ்பியரின் ம-க்பெத் நாடகத்திலிருந்து ஒரு கீற்று.

Everything is in Shakespeare. Towards the end of his reign of terror, when he is given the news of his wife's death, probably by suicide, Macbeth hardly reacts to her loss. He reflects more on the futility of life and its strivings (Act V, Scene 5):     19      Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,   20      Creeps in this petty pace from day to day   21      To the last syllable of recorded time,   22      And all our yesterdays have lighted fools   23      The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!   24      Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player   25      That struts and frets his hour upon the stage   26      And then is heard no more: it is a tale   27      Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,   28      S...