Hamlet: “To Be or Not to Be” Soliloquy

to be or not to be that is the question whether tis nobler in the mind to sufferthe slings and arrows of outrageous fortuneor to take arms against a sea of troublesand by opposing end them
to die to sleepno more and by a sleep to say we endthe heartache and the thousand natural shocksthat flesh is heir to tis a consummationdevoutly to be wishd
to die to sleepto sleep perchance to dream ay theres the rubfor in that sleep of death what dreams may comewhen we have shuffled off this mortal coilmust give us pause there the respectthat makes calamity of so long life
for who would bear the whips and scorns of timethe oppressors wrong the proud mans contumelythe pangs of despised live the laws delaythe insolence of office and the spurnsthat patient merit of the unworthy takeswhen he himself might his quietus makewith a bare bodkin
who would fardels bear to grunt and sweat under a weary lifebut that the dread of something after deaththe undiscoverd country from whose bournno traveller returns puzzles the willand makes us rather bear those ills we havethan fly to others that we know not of
thus conscience does make cowards of us alland thus the native hue of resolutionis sicklied oer with the pale cast of thoughtand enterprises of great pith and momentwith this regard their currents turn awryand lose the name of action
soft you nowthe fair ophelia nymph in thy orisonsbe all my sins rememberd soft you nowthe fair ophelia nymph in thy orisonsbe all my sins rememberd