The queen, my lord, is dead

The queen, my lord, is dead
Act 5 Scene 5, lines 15–29, 32–34
Wherefore was that cry?
SEYTON: The queen, my lord, is dead.
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
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 hard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
Enter a messenger.
MACBETH: Thou com’st to use thy tongue. Thy story quickly.
MESSENGER: Gracious my lord,
. . .
As I did stand my watch upon the hill
I looked towards Birnam and anon methought
The wood began to move.
Fred Sedgwick, (2011) Resources for Teaching Shakespeare: 11–16. London: Continuum