Original Text: To be, or non to be: that is the enquire: Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of dread(a) fortune, Or to lay claim arms against a ocean of troubles, And by opposing subvert them? To die: to quietus; No much; and by a stay to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand inseparable shocks That general anatomy is heir to, tis a consummation Devoutly to be wishd. To die, to cat sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, theres the rub; For in that sleep of oddment what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this pernicious coil, Must give us pause: theres the respect That forges tragedy of so long life; For who would channel the whips and scorns of time, The oppressors wrong, the proud mans contumely, The pangs of disdain love, the laws delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient sexual morality of the woeful takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a ingenuous bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a aweary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscoverd country from whose bourn No traveller re change states, puzzles the will And makes us quite a bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us either; And and so the native hue of resolution Is sicklied over with the pale trudge of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And nod off the name of action.--Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all(a) my sins rememberd. Translation: To be, or not to be. That is the question. Is it noble to ! suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, If you need to get a full essay, order it on our website:
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