2nd Half Hamlet Soliloquy

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Question Answer
1That patient merit of th' unworthy takes
2When he himself might his quietus make
3With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
4To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
5But that the dread of something after death,
6The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
7No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
8And makes us rather bear those ills we have
9Than fly to others that we know not of?
10Thus conscience does make cowards of us all
11And thus the native hue of resolution
12Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought
13And enterprise of great pitch and moment
14With this regard their currents turn awry
15And lose the name of action, soft you now
16The fair Ophelia, Nymph in the orisons
Be all my sins remembered