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 in "Macbeth" by Shakespeare... https://twitter.com/mitchellreports/status/1359650012125421572

One of the weirder renditions.

"Let me see. [Takes the skull.] Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times, and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!"
— David Foster Wallace

Alonso:
Now all the blessings
Of a glad father, compass thee about.
Arise & say how thou camest here.

Miranda:
O wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world
That has such people in ’t!

Prospero:
'Tis new to thee.

—Aldous Huxley

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here.
—Tom Hanks & Steven Spielberg

This made me rewatch Kenneth Branagh's "St. Crispian's Day" speech from Henry V, and that put it in my head to rewatch TENET, so at the end of the day it looks like I trolled myself.

O well done! I commend your pains,
And every one shall share i' th' gains.
And now about the cauldron sing,
Like elves & fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.

By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks.

— Ray Bradbury