Sava (Fang Runin’s version)’s Reviews > Macbeth > Status Update

“It is a tale told by an Ideot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.”

“And all our yesterdayes, haue lighted Fooles
The way to dusty death. Out, out, breefe Candle,
Life's but a walking Shadow, a poore Player,
That struts and frets his houre upon the Stage,
And then is heard no more.”

“The neere in blood, the neerer bloody”

"My hands are of your colour: but I shame to weare a heart so white."

Actually pretty fun