Macbeth “Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow” Soliloquy

sent.1 Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
sent.2 Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
sent.3 To the last syllable of recorded time
sent.4 And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
sent.5 The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
sent.6 Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
sent.7 That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
sent.8 And then is heard no more: it is a tale
sent.9 Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
sent.10 Signifying nothing.

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