Topic: Act 5: Scene 5
There would have been a time for such a word.
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,
This scene was a rather sad one. Lady Macbeth had just passed away, and as such Macbeth was mourning. His speech, from what I see, is his representation of what Lady Macbeth's life was. Something that had meaning in its hour of shine, but vanished just as fast as it came, which can only be represented by Macbeth's King-hood, which in the end signifies nothing.