solilóquio profanado

to be, or not to be: that is the question:
whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
that flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
devoutly to be wish’d. 
for when we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
the pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
that patient merit of the unworthy takes,
grunt and sweat under a weary life,
in the dread of something after death,
conscience does make cowards of us all.
be all my sins remember’d.

nota:

isto foi rapinado a will shakespeare, cortado, editado (só uma migalhinha, onde está a itálico), baralhado e voltado a dar.