Tomorrow Macbeth Speech Memorization

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, (1) Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day (2) Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time, (3) To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. (4) And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle! (5) Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, (6) Life’s but a walking shadow,
a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. (7) 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, (8) It is a tale told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury, (9) full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. (10) Signifying nothing.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, (Phrase 1)
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day (Phrase 2)
To the last syllable of recorded time, (Phrase 3)
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. (Phrase 4)
Out, out, brief candle! (Phrase 5)
Life’s but a walking shadow, (Phrase 6)
a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. (Phrase 7)
It is a tale told by an idiot, (Phrase 8)
full of sound and fury, (Phrase 9)
Signifying nothing. (Phrase 10)
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 foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing. (Recite whole speech)

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