What is that noise?

Macbeth
What is that noise?
Seyton
It is the cry of women, my good lord.
  He exits.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time

Macbeth
I have almost forgot the taste of fears.
The time has been my senses would have cooled
To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in ’t. I have supped full with horrors.
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,
Cannot once start me.
  Enter Seyton.
Wherefore was that cry?
Seyton
The Queen, my lord, is dead.
Macbeth
She should have died hereafter.
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrowDiacope
Creeps in this petty pace from day to dayPersonification & Alliteration
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.Personification & Alliteration Out, out, brief candle!Epizeuxis & Metaphor
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.Analogies