| 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. |
Macbeth “Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow” Soliloquy
October 25, 2019