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Hamlet soliloquy #4 The question is: to live or to die? Is it nobler to suffer The hardships and misfortunes, Or to stand my ground against a sea of troubles, And end them by fighting back. To die is like to sleep, And that’s it. And by a sleep I end The heart-ache and thousands other types of pain That are part of our human condition. It is a final ending Many truly wish for. To die, to sleep. Sleep may bring dreams: yes -- that’s the catch. Because in death who knows what kind of afterlife will follow, When we’d have finally rid ourselves of this life’s turmoil? This is the thing that holds us back: it’s the reason We live through a long life filled with calamity. Otherwise who would want to endure life’s harshness? The tyrant’s wrong, the proud man’s insults, The sorrow of despised love, the delay of justice, The insolence of bureaucrats, and the swallowed insults, When he could just snuff himself With a bare dagger? Who would bear the burdens, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, If there weren’t the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose border No traveller returns, puzzles the mind, And makes us rather bear those afflictions we have now Than to fly to other worlds that we know nothing about? So thinking does make all of us cowards, And therefore the natural colour of courage Is
