She should have died here after;
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
Creeps in this petty paste 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,
Wow. What a guilty conscience Macbeth has now. He has gone from having no remorse in his actions, to some, and now, at this point, he is completely remorseful, begging to start over. I think at this point Macbeth sees his life and all he has done as pointless. His past as snowballed into this big ball that has wrecked Macbeth, emotionally and physically. This last line, “It is a tale / Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, / Signifying nothing”, tells me the most about how Macbeth is feeling and really stood out to me. Here, Macbeth tells the audience that life is dramatic and idiotic without and without any meaning at all. This is a big indication that Macbeth has given up; given up with the throne, now that he has finally gotten there, and with his life. Oh, how the tables of Macbeth’s greed and want have turned.