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 Married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules Within a month...
She married, O most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not, nor it cannot come to good But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue To be or not to be That is the question