the one about macbeth finding peter pan’s shadow william shakespeare   I  allende arnaiz Macbeth: He was going to die later on. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, we totter onwards, day by day, onwards towards our predestined last syllable of time.
Burn yourself out short candle! Life is but a moving shadow, a bad actor whose time on stage eventually descends into conceitedness, to later disappear.

The crows flutter around the castle, the leaves on the trees shake in fear, knower of the secret wind, the bugles sound to welcome the messenger, and the gates swing open in rusty noise.

Macbeth: If it’s your tongue you’ve come to use, make quick with your tale.
Peter Pan’s shadow: I have neither tongue nor tale to tell, for there is nobody without a shadow, yet there are shadows belonging to nobody.