Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ham. No more; and by a sleepe, to say we end
Ham. The Heart‑ake, and the thousand Naturall shockes
Ham. That Flesh is heyre too? 'Tis a consummation
Ham. Deuoutly to be wish'd. To dye to sleepe,
Ham. To sleepe, perchance to Dreame; I, there's the rub,
Ham. For in that sleepe of death, what dreames may come,
Ham. When we haue shufflel'd off this mortall coile,
Ham. Must giue vs pawse. There's the respect
Ham. That makes Calamity of so long life:
Ham. For who would beare the Whips and Scornes of time,
Ham. The Oppressors wrong, the poore mans Contumely,
Ham. The pangs of dispriz'd Loue, the Lawes delay,
Ham. The infolence of Office, and the Spurnes
Ham. That patient merit of the vnworthy takes,
Ham. When he himselfe might his Quietus make
Ham. With a bare Bodkin? Who would these Fardles beare
Ham. To grunt and sweat vnder a weary life,
Ham. But that the dread of something after death,
Ham. The vndiscouered Countrey, from whose Borne
Ham. No Traueller returnes, Puzels the will,