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Tobe,ornottobe-thatisthequestion:Whether'tisnoblerinthemindtosufferTheslingsandarrowsofoutrageousfortuneOrtotakearmsagainstaseaoftroubles,Andbyopposingendthem.Todie-tosleep-Nomore;andbyasleeptosayweendTheheartache,andthethousandnaturalshocksThatfleshisheirto.'TisaconsummationDevoutlytobewish'd.Todie-tosleep.Tosleep-perchancetodream:ay,there'stherub!ForinthatsleepofdeathwhatdreamsmaycomeWhenwehaveshuffledoffthismortalcoil,Mustgiveuspause.There'stherespectThatmakescalamityofsolonglife.Forwhowouldbearthewhipsandscornsoftime,Th'oppressor'swrong,theproudman'scontumely,Thepangsofdespis'dlove,thelaw'sdelay,Theinsolenceofoffice,andthespurnsThatpatientmeritofth'unworthytakes,WhenhehimselfmighthisquietusmakeWithabarebodkin?Whowouldthesefardelsbear,Togruntandsweatunderawearylife,Butthatthedreadofsomethingafterdeath-Theundiscover'dcountry,fromwhosebournNotravellerreturns-puzzlesthewill,AndmakesusratherbearthoseillswehaveThanflytoothersthatweknownotof?Thusconsciencedoesmakecowardsofusall,AndthusthenativehueofresolutionIssickliedo'erwiththepalecastofthought,AndenterprisesofgreatpithandmomentWiththisregardtheircurrentsturnawryAndlosethenameofaction