William Shatner - Hamlet lyrics

[Intro] Hamlet's endurance has reached the breaking point. His father has been murdered. His mother, whom 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 anymore Now, he is all alone. The world that he had 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 whenever to continue living, or to take his own life 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 For in that sleep of d**h 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 fardels bear To grunt and sweat under a weary life But that the dread of something after d**h The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveler 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 pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action