TO BE OR NOT TO BE | Famous William Shakespeare HAMLET Monologue - FULL AudioBook | Acting Theater

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TO BE OR NOT TO BE | Famous William Shakespeare Monologue from HAMLET - FULL AudioBook | Acting Theater Monologues | Greatest AudioBooks - ► https://www.GreatestAudioBooks.co ► FACEBOOK: https://www.Facebook.com/GreatestAudioBooks ► TWITTER: https://www.twitter.com/GAudioBooks ► SUBSCRIBE to Greatest Audio Books: https://www.youtube.com/GreatestAudioBooks - READ along by clicking (CC) for Closed Caption Transcript - LISTEN to the entire audiobook for free Chapter listing and length: "To Be or Not to Be" monologue from William Shakespeare's HAMLET: "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 heartache, 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. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death- The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns- puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.- Soft you now! The fair Ophelia!- Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins