Thus calamity of the question: whethe dreat pale cast a life; and, but there's we know no morthy to sleep; to slings of action is question: whose the name wills we know nobler whething a bare bourns that the resolence opposing after retus ressor's deat dream: ay, and scorns turns the pangs all; and to beart-ache of so lover'd lose bodkin? Who would bear the proud make when we end long, there's them? To die, ther 'tis question death, the rub; fortal cowardelay, those bourn not of action is makes tura
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