By the way in my days as a Shakespearean actor, I

By the way in my days as a Shakespearean actor, I have played both MacDuff and Macbeth, and if you’re not within the walls of a theater, mentioning MacBeth does not incur the curse of MacBeth.

My favorite speech is Cytodyn appropriate…the key to speech is not to emphasize the word ‘Tomorrow’, but the small little word…’and’.

“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.”

One of my favorite acting experiences was playing MacDuff in the final broadsword fight against MacBeth in our small wooden theatre. In one of the final passes of the sword before finally killing the bastard, the choreography was rehearsed that my broadsword would narrowly miss his head and strike the apron of the stage. Well, over dozens of performances I had dug out a pretty deep chunk of the stage. My goal was to chip a piece out that made it all the way to balcony. On one of the final performances, an usher brought me the piece that made it all way to the balcony. I still have that little chip.

“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow…”