英语翻译

英语翻译
In Ruth Sweeney’s senior English class,we read Macbeth and were encouraged to
memorize and recite portions of it.I made it through a hundred lines or so,including the
famous soliloquy that begins,“Tomorrow,and tomorrow,and tomorrow creeps in this
petty pace from day to day,to the last syllable of recorded time” and ends,“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.”
Almost thirty years later,when I was governor,I happened to visit a class in Vilonia,
Arkansas,on a day the students were studying Macbeth,and I recited the lines for them,
the words still full of power for me,a dreadful message I was always determined would
not be the measure of my life.