WILL GIVE BRAINLIEST 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) a fool from yesterday B) a syllable of recorded time C) an actor on a stage D) a wounded shadow