Hamlet’s soliloquy from Act III, Scene i. pt 2

MISHELL AJQUEJAY

That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,When he himself might his Quietus make with a bare Bodkin?

A while after speaking of the disadvantages one believes that life has to for one to burden and his recent realization of life's "rub" , Hamlet takes out his bodkin as if he had convinced himself to commit suicide and was eager to live no more.

But that the dread of something after death,The undiscover' country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of?

He quickly changed attitudes and is now skeptical about ending his life for although the misfortunes of life are too painful, his fear of what is unknown about the after-life shook him.

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 pith and moment With this regard their curents turn awry, And lose the name of action.—Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remember'd.

MISHELL AJQUEJAY

MISHELL AJQUEJAY

MISHELL AJQUEJAY

That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,When he himself might his Quietus make with a bare Bodkin?

A while after speaking of the disadvantages one believes that life has to for one to burden and his recent realization of life's "rub" , Hamlet takes out his bodkin as if he had convinced himself to commit suicide and was eager to live no more.

But that the dread of something after death,The undiscover' country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of?

He quickly changed attitudes and is now skeptical about ending his life for although the misfortunes of life are too painful, his fear of what is unknown about the after-life shook him.

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 pith and moment With this regard their curents turn awry, And lose the name of action.—Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remember'd.

MISHELL AJQUEJAY

MISHELL AJQUEJAY

MISHELL AJQUEJAY

That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,When he himself might his Quietus make with a bare Bodkin?

A while after speaking of the disadvantages one believes that life has to for one to burden and his recent realization of life's "rub" , Hamlet takes out his bodkin as if he had convinced himself to commit suicide and was eager to live no more.