Read this passage from act v.
from the tragedy of macbeth by william shakespeare
macbeth.
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!
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.
what is life being compared to here?
a. an actor on a stage
b. a fool from yesterday
c. a wounded shadow
d. a syllable of recorded time