Hamlet Soliloquy To be or not to be (Modern Translation)

Line 64,To be or not to be–That is the question
Line 65,Whether ’tis is nobler in the mind to suffer
Line 66,The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Line 67,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
Line 68,And, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep–
Line 69,No more–and by a sleep to say we end
Line 70,The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
Line 71,That flesh heir to–’tis consummation
Line 72,Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep–
Line 73,To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub, Ay there’s the rub=theres the catch
Line 74,For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
Line 75,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Line 76,Must give us pause. There’s the respect
Line 77,That makes calamity of so long life.
Line 98,Be all my sins remembered. Pray for me
Line 78,For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Line 79,Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
Line 80,The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
Line 81,The insolence of office, and the spurns
Line 82,That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,
Line 83,When he himself might his quietus make
Line 84,With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
Line 85,To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
Line 86,But that the dread of something after death,
Line 87 The undiscovered country from whose bourn
Line 88,No traveler returns, puzzles the will
Line 89,And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Line 90,Than fly to others that we know no of?
Line 91,Thus conscience does make cowards(of us all,)
Line 92,And thus the native hue of resolution (the native hue of resolution)=Plainly, “the natural color of courage” is fiery red. Hamlet believes excessive contemplation paralyzes our ability to take necessary action and turns men into cowards. The face of cowardice is sickly pale. Note how Hamlet’s description corresponds to the Renaissance belief in the four humours.
Line 93,Is (sicklied) o’er with the pale cast of thought,
Line 94,And enterprises of great pitch and moment
Line 95,With this regard their currents turn awry
Line 96,And lose the name of action.–Soft you now,
Line 97,The fair Ophelia.–Nymph, in thy orisons