Hamlet

Hamlet
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  • 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.
  • For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' 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 th' unworthy takes,
  • Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,    And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry,  And lose the name of action
  • 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 undiscovered 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,       
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