这么着还是那么着

Tobe，ornottobe:thatisthequestion，

Whetherit'snoblerinthemindtosuffer

Theslingsandarrowsofoutrageousfortune，

Ortotakearmsagainstaseaoftroubles，

Andbyopposingendthem.Todie，tosleep;

Nomore;andbyasleeptosayweend

Theheartache，andthethousandnaturalshocks

Thatfleshisheirto，it'saconsummation

Devoutlytobewished.Todie，tosleep.

Tosleep，perchancetodream:ay，there'stherub;

Forinthatsleepofdeathwhatdreamsmaye

Whenwehaveshuffledoffthismortalcoil，

Mustgiveuspause.There'stherespect

Thatmakescalamityofsolonglife;

Forwhowouldbearthewhipsandscornsoftime，

Theoppressor'swrong，theproudman'scontumely，

Thepangsofdespisedlove，thelaw'sdelay，

Theinsolenceofoffice，andthespurns

Thatpatientmeritoftheunworthytakes，

Whenhehimselfmighthisquietusmake

Withabarebodkin?Whowouldfardelsbear，

Togruntandsweatunderawearylife，

Butthatthedreadofsomethingafterdeath，

Theundiscoveredcountryfromwhosebourn

Notravellerreturns，puzzlesthewill，

Andmakesusratherbearthoseillswehave

Thanflytoothersthatweknownotof?

Thusconsciencedoesmakecowardsofusall，

Andthusthenativehueofresolution

Issickliedorwiththepalecastofthought，

Andenterprisesofgreatpithandmoment

Withthisregardtheircurrentsturnawry

Andlosethenameofaction.