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Complete "To be or not to be" quiz
Review Act 3 summary
Watch 20-30 mins of Hamlet
Act
3, Scene 1: To Be or Not To Be (Soliloquy) – Part 1 on this side of page (Please work on this with one partner; discuss
each line translation. Every two lines, alternate who is writing. Ten minutes to complete the quiz. After you finish
the quiz, turn the sheet over and read Part 2 of the speech. We will watch the
speech today & you might be quizzed on Part 2 of the speech next week.
Part 1
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HAMLET
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To be, or not to be?
That is the question—
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Whether ’tis nobler
in the mind to suffer
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The slings and
arrows of outrageous fortune,
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Or to take arms
against a sea of troubles,
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And, by opposing,
end them? To die, to sleep—
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No more—and by a
sleep to say we end
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The heartache and
the thousand natural shocks
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That flesh is heir
to—’tis a consummation
9.
Devoutly to be wished!
To die, to sleep.
10.
To sleep, perchance
to dream—ay, there’s the rub,
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For in that sleep of
death what dreams may come
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When we have
shuffled off this mortal coil,
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Must give us pause.
There’s the respect
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That makes calamity
of so long life.
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HAMLET (Modern Text): The question is: is it better to
be alive or dead? Is it nobler to put up with all the nasty things that luck
throws your way, or to fight against all those troubles by simply putting an
end to them once and for all? Dying, sleeping—that’s all dying is—a sleep that
ends all the heartache and shocks that life on earth gives us—that’s an
achievement to wish for. To die, to sleep—to sleep, maybe to dream. Ah, but
there’s the catch: in death’s sleep who knows what kind of dreams might come,
after we’ve put the noise and commotion of life behind us. That’s certainly
something to worry about. That’s the consideration that makes us stretch out
our sufferings so long.
Part 2
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For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
2.
Th' oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
3.
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
4.
The insolence of office, and the spurns
5.
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
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When he himself might his quietus make
7.
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
8.
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
9.
But that the dread of something after death,
10.
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
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No traveler returns, puzzles the will
12.
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
13.
Than fly to others that we know not of?
14.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
15.
And thus the native hue of resolution
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Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
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And enterprises of great pith and moment
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With this regard their currents turn awry,
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And lose the name of action.—Soft you now,
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The fair Ophelia!—Nymph, in thy orisons
21.
Be all my sins remembered.
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After all, who would put up with all
life’s humiliations—the abuse from superiors, the insults of arrogant men,
the pangs of unrequited love, the inefficiency of the legal system, the
rudeness of people in office, and the mistreatment good people have to take
from bad—when you could simply take out your knife and call it quits? Who
would choose to grunt and sweat through an exhausting life, unless they were
afraid of something dreadful after death, the undiscovered country from which
no visitor returns, which we wonder about without getting any answers from
and which makes us stick to the evils we know rather than rush off to seek
the ones we don’t? Fear of death makes us all cowards, and our natural
boldness becomes weak with too much thinking. Actions that should be carried
out at once get misdirected, and stop being actions at all. But shh, here
comes the beautiful Ophelia. Pretty lady, please remember me when you pray.
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