From Act 3, Scene 1 of "Hamlet"

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HAMLET　

To be, or not to be: that is the question,

Whether'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of ??troubles,

And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep;

No 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 wished. To die, to sleep.

To sleep, perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal 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 pangs of despised 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 fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered country from whose born

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear th

ose 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

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And lose the name of action.

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Survival or destruction, this is a question worth thinking about; suddenly suffering the cruel poisonous arrow of fate, Or stand up against the endless suffering in this world. Which of these two actions is more noble? Death, sleep, everything is over; if in sleep, the pain in our souls and the unavoidable blows in our body can disappear, wouldn't that be the ending we want! If you die, if you sleep, you may still have dreams while you are asleep. This is an obstacle. Because after we get rid of this rotten skin, we will worry about what kind of dreams we will have in the sleep after death. This is why people are willing to be trapped in trouble. Who is willing to endure the whippings and ridicules of the world, the humiliation of the oppressors, the cold eyes of the arrogant, the pain of contemptuous love, the delay of the law, the tyranny of officials and the contempt of villains earned by hard work? If you can end your life with just a knife, who would be willing to carry such a heavy burden and groan and sweat under the pressure of a tiring life? It is because we are afraid of the unknown after death, and we are afraid of the mysterious country (heaven) from which no traveler returns. It is the unknown that confuses our will, making us rather endure the current torture than dare to fly to a place we don’t know. go! This turns us into cowards. Our blazing and glorious determination is covered with a layer of gray by prudent thinking. Under such concerns, great causes also retreat against the current and lose the meaning of action.

----The classic soliloquy in "Hamlet" (English-Shakespeare)