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To Be or Not Lines

To be or not to be soliloquy one line at a time.

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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.
Created by: ichabod801