Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pac | Phonograph

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 fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

《无依之地》里提到了这段独白，于是我立刻去把《麦克白》看了一遍。