Macbeth Act 5 scene 5

Dia: 1
Hang out our banners on the outward walls. The cry is still They come! Our castle's strength will laugh a siege to scorn. Here let them lie till famine and the argue eat them up. Were they not forced with those that should be ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, and beat them backward home.A women criesWhat is that noise?
It is a cry of women, my good lord.
Dia: 2
I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my senses would have cooled to hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in't. I have supped full with horrors. Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.
Wherefore was that cry? The queen, my lord, is dead.
Dia: 3
She should have died hereafter. There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow 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.
Enters messenger
Thou com'st to use thy tongue: thy story quickly.

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