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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 heart-ache 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; Ophelia Good my lord, How does your honour for this many a day? Hamlet I humbly thank you; well, well, well. Ophelia My lord, I have remembrances of yours, That I have longed long to re-deliver; I pray you, now receive them. Hamlet No, not I; I never gave you aught. Ophelia My honour'd lord, you know right well you did; And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed As made the things more rich: their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. There, my lord. Hamlet Ha, ha! are you honest? Ophelia My lord? Hamlet Are you fair? Ophelia What means your lordship? Hamlet That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. Ophelia Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? Hamlet Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. Ophelia Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. Hamlet You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it: I loved you not. Ophelia I was the more deceived. Hamlet Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father? Ophelia At home, my lord. Hamlet Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewell. Ophelia O, help him, you sweet heavens! Hamlet If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. Farewell. Ophelia O heavenly powers, restore him! Hamlet I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages: those that are married already, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go. Exit