T' be, o' not t' be, dig dis: dat be da damn quesshun, dig dis:
Whetha' 'tis nobla' in da mind t' suffa'
Da slings an' arrows o' outrageous fortune,
O' t' snatch arms against some sai o' troubles,
An' by opposin' fat-lady them? T' die, dig dis: t' shut-eye;
No mo'; an' by some shut-eye t' say we fat-lady
Da heart-ache an' da damn grand natural shox
Dat flesh be heir t', 'tis some consummashun
Devout-like t' be wish'd. T' die, t' shut-eye;
T' shut-eye, dig dis: puh'chance t' draim, dig dis: ay, dair be da damn rub; 4
in dat shut-eye o' deat' whut draims may come
When we have shuffled off dis mortal coil,
Gots'ta give us pause, dig dis: dair be da damn respect
Dat makes calamity o' so's long life;
4 who would baih' da damn whips an' scorns o' time,
Da oppressor's wrong, da proud dude's contume-like,
Da pangs o' despised love, da law's delay,
Da insolence o' office an' da damn spurns
Dat patient merit o' da damn unworthy snatchs,
When he himself might wassups quietus make
Wit' some bare bodkin? who would fardels baih',
T' grunt an' sweat unda' some weary life,
But dat da damn draid o' sump'n afta' deat',
Da undiscova'd country from whose bourn
No travella' returns, puzzles da will
An' makes us ratha' baih' dose-dair ills we have
Dan fly t'otha's dat we know not o'?
Thus conscience duz make cowards o' us all;
An' thus da native hue o' resolushun
Be sicklied o'a' wit' da damn pale cast o' thought,
An' enterprises o' great pit' an' moment
Wit' dis regard deir currents turn awry,
An' lose da damn name o' acshun.--Soft yo' ass now!
Da fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all mah sins rememba'd.
Luvvit, Johnny!
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