To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow 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 walking 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. The speaker is Macbeth; but Macbeth as we know him is Shakespeare’s creation, and it was Shakespeare who put the words of this summing up of the case against human life into Macbeth’s mouth.
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