TTo 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 opposing end them? To die: 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 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, must give us pause. There`s the respect that makes calamity of so long a life; for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor`s wrong, the proud man`s contumely, the pangs of dispriz`d love, the law`s delay, the insolence of office, and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself
