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==General Information==
 
==General Information==
 
'''Title:''' ''A tale told by an idiot''<br>
 
'''Title:''' ''A tale told by an idiot''<br>
'''Composer:''' [[Huub de Lange]]
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{{Composer|Huub de Lange}}
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{{Lyricist|William Shakespeare|, ''Macbeth'', Act V Scene V}}
  
 
'''Number of voices:''' 4vv&nbsp;'''Voicing:''' SATB<br>
 
'''Number of voices:''' 4vv&nbsp;'''Voicing:''' SATB<br>
 
'''Genre:''' [[:Category:Secular music|Secular]], [[:Category:Partsongs|Partsongs]]<br>
 
'''Genre:''' [[:Category:Secular music|Secular]], [[:Category:Partsongs|Partsongs]]<br>
{{Language|English}}<br>
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{{Language|English}}
 
{{A cappella}}
 
{{A cappella}}
 
'''Published: '''2005
 
'''Published: '''2005
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==Original text and translations==
 
==Original text and translations==
 
 
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:Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
 
:Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
 
:Signifying nothing.
 
:Signifying nothing.
 
'''Spoken by Macbeth in Act V Scene V of ''Macbeth'' by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)'''
 
  
 
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[[Category:Sheet music]]

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General Information

Title: A tale told by an idiot
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act V Scene V

Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsongs

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 2005

Description: #1 from Three Shakespeare Songs

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Original text and translations

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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.