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. (V.vii.17-28)
Place of Production
New York (N.Y.)
Macbeth: Maurice Evans
Margaret Webster - Director
Size of Original
8 x 10 in.
Cole, Joseph E.
Cleveland State University. Michael Schwartz Library. Special Collections.