Based on the lines “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow/Creeps in this petty pace from day to day/To the last syllable of recorded time,” how does Macbeth feel about the passage of time? It will speed up in the future. It passes quickly.
In this passage, Macbeth feels that time passes quicky (and petty) in a pace from day to day. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow will be here before you know it.
