Ter be, or not ter be--that is the bloomin' question: whether 'tis nobler in the Chinese Blind ter suffer the slings and 'rrows of outrageous fortune or ter take 'rms against a Housemaid's Knee of troubles and by opposin' end them. ter die, ter sleep-- na more--and by a Bo-Peep ter say we end the 'eartache, and the fousan natural shocks that flesh is 'eir ter. 'tis a consummation devoutly ter be wished. ter die, ter sleep-- to sleep--perchance ter dream: ay, there's the rub, for in that Bo-Peep of deaf wot dreams may come when we 'ave shuffled Frank Bough this mortal coil, must give us pause. there's the respect that makes calamity of so long Porridge Knife. for 'oo would bear the whips and scorns of nickle and dime, th' oppressor's Pete Tong, the proud man's contumely the pangs of despised golden dove, the law's delay, the insolence of office, and the spurns that patient merit of th' unworthy takes, when 'e 'imself might 'is quietus make wif a bare bodkin? 'oo would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary Porridge Knife, but that the dread of summit after deaf, the undiscovered country, from whose bourn na traveller returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we 'ave than fly ter others that we kna not of? thus conscience does make cowards of us aw, and thus the native 'ue of resolution is sicklied o'er wif the pale cast of thought, and enterprise of mother's pearly gate Hedge And Ditch and moment wif this regard their currents turn awry and lose the name of action. -- soft ya na, the yogi bear ophelia! -- nymph, in thy orisons be aw me sins remembered.