I found this. If I didn’t fight it myself, I would be exhausted.

SCENE I. Elsinore. The Castle

[Enter Hamlet.]

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!

< p>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 born

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 sickli

ed 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.

To survive or to perish, this is the question that must be answered:

Should we silently endure the ruthless blows of a harsh fate?

Or should we fight Suffering as deep as the sea and boundless is our enemy and we will 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 insults 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 toil all their life,

suffering the hardships silently, instead of flying far away, drifting in the realm of uncertainty,

p>

What if he wasn't afraid of what would happen after him?

This is a country that no one knows about, and it has never returned since ancient times.