莎士比亚经典语录to be or to be is a question

莎士比亚经典语录to be or to be is a question
莎士比亚经典语录to be or to be is a question

莎士比亚经典语录to be or to be is a question
生存还是毁灭,这是个问题
　　这个是莎士比亚戏剧《哈姆雷特》中的名句,全句是
　　To be,or not to be - that is the question
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　　Hamlet's endurance has reached the breaking point.His father has been murdered.His mother,who he loves dearly,has married her dead husband's brother.Moreover his sweetheart,Ophelia,has been acting very strangely.He senses that she does not love him any more.Now,he's all alone.The world that he knew is shattered.His black mood of despair is deepened by his inability to act - to do something to change the situation.
　　Now he ponders whether to continue living - or to take his own life.
　　Hamlet:
　　To be,or not to be - that is the question:
　　Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
　　The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
　　Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
　　And by opposing end them.To die - to sleep -
　　No more; and by a sleep to say we end
　　The heartache,and the thousand natural shocks
　　That flesh is heir to.'Tis a consummation
　　Devoutly to be wish'd.To die - to sleep.
　　To sleep - perchance to dream:ay,there's the rub!
　　For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
　　When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
　　Must give us pause.There's the respect
　　That makes calamity of so long life.
　　For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
　　The oppressor's wrong,the proud man's contumely,
　　The pangs of despised love,the law's delay,
　　The insolence of office,and the spurns
　　That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
　　When he himself might his quietus make
　　With a bare bodkin?
　　Who would these fardels bear,
　　To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
　　But that the dread of something after death -
　　The undiscover'd country,from whose bourn
　　No traveller returns - puzzles the will,
　　And makes us rather bear those ills we have
　　Than fly to others that we know not of?
　　Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
　　And thus the native hue of resolution
　　Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
　　And enterprises of great pith and moment
　　With this regard their currents turn awry
　　And lose the name of action.