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Enter Hamlet.

• Hamlet. To be, or not to be- that is the question: 
  Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer 1750
  The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune 
  Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, 
  And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep- 
  No more; and by a sleep to say we end 
  The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks 1755
  That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation 
  Devoutly 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 
  When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, 1760
  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 despis'd love, the law's delay, 1765
  The insolence of office, and the spurns 
  That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, 
  When he himself might his quietus make 
  With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear, 
  To grunt and sweat under a weary life, 1770
  But that the dread of something after death- 
  The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn 
  No traveller returns- puzzles the will, 
  And makes us rather bear those ills we have 
  Than fly to others that we know not of?