To be or not to that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in mind suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or take arms against a sea troubles And by opposing end them. die—to sleep No more sleep say we heart-ache thousand natural shocks That flesh heir to: consummation Devoutly be wish'd. die sleep perchance dream—ay there's rub: For death what dreams may come When have shuffled off this mortal coil Must give us pause—there's respect makes calamity so long life. who would bear whips scorns time Th'oppressor's wrong proud man's contumely pangs dispriz'd love law's delay insolence office spurns patient merit th'unworthy takes he himself might his quietus make With bare bodkin? Who fardels bear grunt sweat under weary life But dread something after death undiscovere'd country from whose bourn traveller returns puzzles will rather those ills Than fly others know of? Thus conscience doth cowards all thus native hue resolution Is sicklied o'er with pale cast thought enterprises great pith moment regard their currents turn awry lose name action.