Not much going on here. Not much at all. The odds are you're probably looking for:
Player: They're hardly divisible, sir - well, I can do you blood and love
without the rhetoric, and I can do you blood and rhetoric without the love,
and I can do you all three concurrent or consecutive, but I can't do you
love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory - they're all
blood, you see.
(Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead, Tom Stoppard)
Macbeth: 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, V.v)
Jaques: 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,
His acts being seven ages.
(As You Like It, II.vii)
The Player - The Levellers
There isn't much to gain
By living all the same way
The years just slip away
But it's too late then to play
If you live from day to day
You can play the game your own way
There's a million things to say
In a million places
She came up to me, said:
'Wanna know a mystery?
There's a whole wide world for you to see
You're just a player in the game'
Well I've nothing left to say
Except take the time to ramble
In a million different ways
There's a million paths to travel
And when there's something in the way
Take your time please remember
There's hope yet in the rain
And a voice in distant thunder