To dig, or not to dig; that’s what doth pest one:
Whether ’tis wiser on our part to offer
Eight millions—and it is no narrow fortune—
Or fold our arms because we see these troubles,
And end the din of words? To pause: to take our chance;
E’en so; and by the act to say we’re sick
Of all the bosh men talk; and to hear more
We cannot bear to. ’Twere a realisation
That must please us. To pause, to take our chance;
To take our chance; perhaps be fooled; ay, that’s the point;