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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.
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