HOTLY MAY

BURNING WILLIAMS

SOUND  FURY

FAULKNER
MACBETH

The wood began to move.

EL SUEÑO VIVE
SU SUEÑO
RESPIRA NIÑEZ
FILTRA PALABRAS
ALVIDA OLVIDOS

TODOS CONTINGENTES

 ...

SEYTON.

The queen, my lord, is dead.

MACBETH.

She should have died hereafter;

There would have been a time for such a word.—

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

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.

[Enter a Messenger.]
Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.

MESSENGER.

Gracious my lord,

I should report that which I say I saw,

But know not how to do it.

...

The wood began to move.

YES
WAY TO MAY