Hamlet's Soliloquy
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- To be, or not to be? That is the question.
- Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of trouble
- 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 flash is heir to- 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished! To die, to sleep.
- Must give us pause, There's the respect When we have shuffled off the mortal coil,For in that sleep of deathwhat dreams may comeTo sleep, perchance the dream-ay, there's the rubThat 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, andthe spurnsThat patient merit of th'unworthy takes,When he himself might hisquietus makeWith a bare bodkin? Whowould fardels bareto grunt and sweat under a weary life,But that the dread ofsomething after death,The undiscovered countryfrom whose bournNo traveler returns, puzzlesthe will.
- And make 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 resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,And enterprises of great pitch and momentWith this regard their currents turn awry,And lose the name of action. -Soft you know,the fair Ophelia! -Nymph, in thy orisonsBe all my sins remembered.
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