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 wish'd. 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 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 these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death-
The undiscover'd country , from whose bourn
No traveler returns- puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear 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.
Ha: {Talking to himself}
To survive or to perish, this is a question that must be answered:
Should we silently endure the ruthless blows of a harsh fate?
< p> We should still fight against the boundless suffering as deep as the ocean,and overcome it.
Which of these two choices is more noble?
Death is sleep, it is nothing more than that!
If one sleep can end the pain of the soul and the suffering of the body,
then this outcome is to be expected!
Die, sleep...
But there may be dreams in sleep, ah, this is an obstacle:
When we get rid of this dying skin ,
What dreams will come in the sleep of death?
It makes us hesitate,
makes us willing to endure long-term disasters,
Otherwise, who would tolerate all kinds of torture in the world,
< p> Such as the government of a tyrant, the pride of the proud, the pain of broken love, the slowness of laws, the insult of corrupt officials, or the humiliation of mediocre people,What if he could simply end it with one blow?
Who else would be willing to work as a cow or a horse, tired of hard work all their life,
To endure the hardships silently, instead of flying far away, drifting in the realm of uncertainty,
p>
What if he wasn't hesitant because of fear of what would happen after him?
This is a country that no one knows about, and it has never returned since ancient times.