Hamlet"s Soliloquy.
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether "tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageuos
fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of
troubles And by opposing, end them, Todie,
to sleep- No more, and by a sleep to say
we end The heart-ache, and the thousand
natural shocks That flesh is heir to: tis
a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To
die, to sleep- To sleep! perchance to
dream! 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: