Hamlet Act 3

Act III. Scene I. Elsinore. A Room in the Castle.
Enter Hamlet.
Ham. To be, or not to bethat
is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageousfortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To dieto
sleepNo
more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To dieto
sleep.
To sleepperchance
to dream: ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off thismortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangsof despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would thesefardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after deathThe
undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returnspuzzles
the will,
And makes us ratherbear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.Soft
you now!
The fair Ophelia!Nymph,
in thy orisons
Be all my sins rememb'red.Scene II.
Elsinore. hall in the Castle.
Enter Hamlet and three of the Players.
Ham. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you,
trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, asmany of our
players do, I had as live the town crier spoke my lines. Nor do
not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all
gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say)...