Macbeth Act 5 Scene 5

Macbeth prepares to offer stiff resistance to the enemy Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still “They come”. Our castle’s strength Will laugh a siege to scorn. Here let them lie Till famine and the ague eat them up.
Macbeth ponders his reaction to the cry of women I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my senses would have cooled To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in’t. I have supped full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me
How does Seyton tell Macbeth his wife is dead? The Queen, my lord, is dead
Macbeth’s reaction to his wife’s death She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word.
Macbeth’s tomorrow speech 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
Macbeth begins to doubt the equivocation of the fiend I pull in resolution, and begin To doubt th’ equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth
Macbeth is resigned I ‘gin to be aweary of the sun, And wish th’ estate o’ the world were now undone