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Rh '' To be, or not to be! that is the Question! Whether 'tis nobler in the Mind to uffer The Stings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms againt a Sea of Troubles, And by oppoing, end them? To dye! to leep! No more! and by a Sleep to ay we end The Heart-ach, and the thouand natural Shocks That Fleh is Heir to! 'Tis a Conummation Devoutly to be wih'd. To die! to leep! To leep, perchance to dream! Oy, there's the Rub; For in that Sleep of Deaths what Dreams may come When we have huffled off this, mortal Coyle, Mut give us Paue. There's the repect That makes Calamity of o long Life: For who wou'd bear the Whips and Scorns of Time, '' Th'