To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and

Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by o osing end them: to die, to slee No more! and by a slee , to say we end The heart"a#he, and the thousand Natural sho#ks That Flesh is heir to$ 'Tis a #onsummation %e&outly to be wished' To die to slee , To slee , er#han#e to %ream! Ay, there's the rub, For in that slee of death, what dreams may #ome, When we ha&e shuffled off this mortal #oil, (ust gi&e us ause' There's the res e#t That makes )alamity of so long life: For who would bear the Whi s and S#orns of time, The O ressor's wrong, the roud man's )ontumely, *F: oor+ The angs of des ised ,o&e, the ,aw-s delay, *F:dis ri.ed+ The insolen#e of Offi#e, and the S urns That atient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his /uietus make With a bare 0odkin$ Who would Fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, 0ut that the dread of something after death, The undis#o&ered )ountry, from whose bourn No Tra&eller returns, 1u..les the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we ha&e, Than fly to others that we know not of' Thus )ons#ien#e does make )owards of us all, And thus the Nati&e hue of 2esolution 3s si#klied o'er, with the ale #ast of Thought, And enter rises of great it#h and moment, *F: ith+ With this regard their )urrents turn awry, *F:away+ And lose the name of A#tion' Soft you now, The fair O helia$ Nym h, in thy Orisons 0e all my sins remembered'