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