To 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 s***p, No more; and by a s***p 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 s***p; To s***p, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub: For in that s***p of death what dreams may come, W
To 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 s***p, No more; and by a s***p 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 s***p; To s***p, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub: For in that s***p of death what dreams may come, W