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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 heart-ache 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; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause.
Good my lord, how does your honour for this many a day?
I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
My lord, I have remembrances of yours, that I have longed long to re-deliver. I pray you, now receive them.
No, not I. I never gave you aught.
My honour'd lord, you know right well you did. And with them words of so sweet breath composed as made the things more rich. Their perfume lost, take these again.
Ha, ha! Are you honest?
My lord?
Are you fair?
What means your lordship?
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness.
Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.
O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword.