Hamlet

Hamlet

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  • Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them?
  • To be, or not to be: that is the question:
  • To die: to sleep;No more; and by a sleep to say we end 60The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocksThat flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummationDevoutly 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 65When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause:
  • there's the respectThat 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, 71The insolence of office and the spurnsThat patient merit of the unworthy takes,When he himself might his quietus makeWith a bare bodkin?
  • who would fardels bear,To grunt and sweat under a weary life, 75But that the dread of something after death,The undiscover'd country from whose bournNo traveller returns, puzzles the willAnd makes us rather bear those ills we haveThan fly to others that we know not of?
  • Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;And thus the native hue of resolutionIs sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
  • And enterprises of great pith and momentWith this regard their currents turn awry, 85And lose the name of action.
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