:35:01
or to take arms
against a sea of troubles...
:35:04
and by opposing end them?
:35:08
To die, to sleep,
no more.
:35:13
And by a sleep,
to say we end the he artaches...
:35:17
and the thousand natural shocks
that flesh is heir to...
:35:21
'tis a consummation
devoutly to be wish'd.
:35:26
To die, to sleep.
:35:29
To sleep,
per chance to dream.
:35:34
Ay, there's the rub...
:35:37
for in that sleep of death,
what dreams may come...
:35:41
when we have shuffled off
this mortal coil--
:35:43
That's enough!
That's enough!
:35:49
You don't know nothin'
but them poems.
:35:51
You can't sing.
Maybe you can dance.
:35:55
Leave Him alone.
:35:59
Please go on,
Mr. Thorndyke.
:36:01
- Thank you, gentleman.
:36:04
Must give us pause.
:36:06
There's the respect...
:36:09
that makes calamity
of so long life.
:36:13
For who would bear
the whips and scorns of time...
:36:17
the law's delay,
the insolence of office...
:36:21
and the spurns that patient
merit of the unworthy take...
:36:26
when he himself
might his quiet us make...
:36:30
with a bare bodkin?
:36:33
Who would fardels bear,
to grunt and sweat...
:36:37
under a weary life--
:36:42
life.
:36:48
Please, help me, sir.
:36:50
But that the dread
of something after death.
:36:53
Would you carry on?
:36:57
I'm afraid...
it's been so long.