Lyrics
[Short Orchestral Intro]
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
[Verse 1]
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
[Verse 2]
And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
[Chorus]
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
[Verse 3]
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
[Verse 4]
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
[Verse 5]
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
[Verse 6]
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
[Chorus 2]
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
[Sad and Quiet Finish]
[Verse 7]
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
[End]
[Verse 7]
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
[End]
