hamlet
Montāžas Teksta
- To be, or not to be: that is the question:
- Whether 'tis nobler in themind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea oftroubles, And by opposing end them?
- To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we endThe heartache and the thousand natural shocks That 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 inthat sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Mustgive us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear thewhips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
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