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u'<font size="12" color="#bfffffff"></font><font size="12" color="#ffb2b2b2">To be, or not to be, that is the question,<br>Whether tis nobler in the minde to \u017fuffer<br>The \u017flings and arrowes of outragious fortune,<br>Or to take Armes again\u017ft a \u017fea of troubles,<br>And by oppo\u017fing, end them, to die to \u017fleepe<br>No more, and by a \u017fleepe, to \u017fay we end<br>The hart-ake, and the thou\u017fand naturall \u017fhocks<br>That fle\u017fh is heire to; tis a con\u017fumation<br>Deuoutly to be wi\u017fht to die to \u017fleepe,<br>To \u017fleepe, perchance to dreame, I there\'s the rub,<br>For in that \u017fleepe of death what dreames may come<br>When we haue \u017fhuffled off this mortall coyle<br>Mu\u017ft giue vs pau\u017fe, there\'s the re\u017fpect<br>That makes calamitie of \u017fo long life:<br>For who would beare the whips and \u017fcorns of time,<br>Th\'oppre\u017f\u017fors wrong, the proude mans contumly,<br>The pangs of de\u017fpiz\'d loue, the lawes delay,<br>The in\u017folence of office, and the \u017fpurnes<br>That patient merrit of the\'vnworthy takes,<br>When he him\u017felfe might his quietas make<br>With a bare bodkin; who would fardels beare,<br>To grunt and \u017fweat vnder a wearie life,<br>But that the dread of \u017fomething after death,<br>The vndi\u017fcouer\'d country, from whose borne<br>No trauiler returnes, puzzels the will,<br>And makes vs rather beare tho\u017fe ills we haue,<br>Then flie to others we know not of.<br>Thus con\u017fcience dooes make cowards,<br>And thus the natiue hiew of re\u017folution<br>Is \u017fickled ore with the pale ca\u017ft of thought,<br>And enterpri\u017fes of great pitch and moment,<br>With this regard theyr currents turne awry,<br>And loose the name of action.</font>'