经典台词一

　　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 thousand natural shocks

　　The 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 guve 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 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 fardels bear