She should have died hereafter.
There would have been a time for such a word.
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,
Simile – Shakespeare is comparing life to an actor with this extended metaphor. An actor which has their time in the limelight but once the show is over, they are irrelevant. He could be saying that people are so caught up with their own little lives and everything is so important yet untimely, their lives are irreverent.
Repetition – It is a language feature which is showing the considerable effect and maybe he is highlighting that there is always a tomorrow but you might not still be here for it. It shows the unimportance of time.
Metaphor – Shakespeare is comparing a unit of time to a unit of language, a syllable, which you could say that he is also comparing our lives to a script.