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- Editor: Huub de Lange (submitted 2006-08-11). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 88 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: A tale told by an idiot
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act V Scene 5
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 2005
Description: #1 from Four Shakespeare Songs
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
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.