To be or not to Be - Hamlet Act 3 all scenes

To be or not to Be - Hamlet Act 3 all scenes

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All scenes within the 3rd act made in intense detail.

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  • And can you by no drift of conference Get from him why he puts on this confusion, Granting so harshly all his days of quiet With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
  • He does confess himself distraced, But from what cause he will by no means speak.
  • To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrages 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 flash is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, 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.
  • Nor Earth to me give food , nor heaven light, Sport and repose lock from me day and night, [To desperation turn my trust and hope, [An] anchor's cheer in prison  be my scope.] Each opposite that blanks the face the face of joy Meet what I would have well and it destroy. Both here and hence pursue  me lasting strife, If, once a widow, ever I be wife.
  • O, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon't, A brother's murder. Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will. My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin Were thicker than itself with brother's blood? Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow? 
  • When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage, Or in th' incestuous pleasure of his bed, At game, a-swearing, or about some act That has no relish of salvation in 't-- Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, And that his soul may be as damned and black As hell, whereto it goes.
  • Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell. I took thee for thy better. Take thy fortune. Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger. 
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