A poor player that struts and frets his hour Upon the stage and then is heard no more It's a tale told by an idiot Full of sound and fury Signifying nothing Life's but a walking shadow Tomorrow and tomorrow (Tomorrow) And tomorrow ♪ Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends I have a strange infirmity Which is nothing to those that know me Come love and health to all Give me some wine fill full To all and all to all ♪ Tata tata rata rata ta tata Tata tata rata rata ta ta Tata tata rata rata ta tata Tata tata rata rata ta ta ♪ Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends I have a strange infirmity Which is nothing to those that know me Come love and health to all Give me some wine fill full To all and all to all