| Line 19 | To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, |
| Line 20 | Creeps in this petty pace from day to day |
| Line 21 | To the last syllable of recorded time, |
| Line 22 | And all our yesterdays have lighted fools |
| Line 23 | The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! |
| Line 24 | Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player |
| Line 25 | That struts and frets his hour upon the stage |
| Line 26 | And then is heard no more: it is a tale |
| Line 27 | Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, |
| Line 28 | Signifying nothing. |
Macbeth Tomorrow Soliloquy
September 13, 2019