to be or not to be,that is the question:
whether'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
and by opposing end them. to die: to sleep;
no more; and by a sleep to say we end
the heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
that flesh is heir to 'tis a consummation
devoutly to be wish'd. to die, to sleep;
to sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub;
for in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
when we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
must give us pause: there's the respect
that makes calamity of so long life;
for who would bear the whips Ａnd scorns of time,
the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
the pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
the insolence of office, Ａnd the spurns
that patient merit of the unworthy takes,
when he himself might his quietus make
with a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear,
to grunt Ａnd sweat under a weary life,
but that the dread of something after death,
the undiscover'd country from whose bourn
no traveler returns, puzzles the will,
and makes us rather bear those ills we have
than fly to others that we know not of ?
thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
and thus the native hue of resolution
is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
and enterprises of great pitch Ａnd moment
with this regard their currents turn awry
and lose the name of action .
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