[00:05.28]All the world's a stage,[00:07.10]And all the men and women merely players;[00:09.74]They have their exits and their entrances,[00:13.18]And one man in his time plays many parts,[00:19.60]His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,[00:23.75]Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.[00:27.59]Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel[00:31.38]And shining morning face, creeping like snail[00:35.62]Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,[00:39.92]Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad[00:43.01]Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,[00:47.22]Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,[00:50.61]Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,[00:53.24]Seeking the bubble reputation[00:56.03]Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,[01:01.26]In fair round belly with good capon lined,[01:04.59]With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,[01:08.79]Full of wise saws and modern instances;[01:12.78]And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts[01:19.10]Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,[01:22.58]With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;[01:26.73]His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide[01:29.64]For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,[01:37.44]Turning again toward childish treble, pipes[01:41.13]And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,[01:47.46]That ends this strange eventful history,[01:51.40]Is second childishness and mere oblivion,[01:56.40]Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.