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She should have died hereafter. there wouldhave been a time for such a word. Tommorow and tomorrow and tomorrow, Creeps on at this petty pace from day to day till the last sylable of recorded time. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out out brief candle! Life is but a walking shadow. A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is herd no more. It is a tale told by a idiot. full of sound and fury. signifying nothing.

What is tha above quote from and what dose it mean? ill give a prize to the winner.