"To be, or not to be? Ay, there's the point.
To die—to sleep—is that all? Ay. All? No.
To sleep—to dream—ay, marry, there it goes.
For in that dream of death when we, awake,
Are doom'd before an everlasting Judge,
The happy smile and the accurst are damn'd.
But for the joyful hope of this, who'ld bear
The scorns and flattery of the world, the right
Scorn'd by the rich, the rich curst of the poor,
The widow being opprest, the orphan wrong'd,