Macbeth Test

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walkiing 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’s tomorrow and tomorrow speech
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time;
To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
Lif’es but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale
And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

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