It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*
Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!
But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.
Every fair from fair sometime declines
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.