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<span class="date-display-single" property="dc:date" datatype="xsd:dateTime" content="2012-09-20T00:00:00-05:00">September 20, 2012</span>
By Bill Shakespeare
Stratford-on-Avon News (Thu, 2012-09-20 00:00)
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<a href="#hamlet">#hamlet</a>Hamlet</li>
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<a href="#romeo and juliet">#romeo and juliet</a>Romeo and Juliet</li>
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<a href="#merchant of venice">#merchant of venice</a>Merchant of Venice</li>
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<a name="hamlet"></a><strong>Hamlet</strong></div>
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To be, or not to be: that is the question:</div>
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Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer</div>
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The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,</div>
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Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,</div>
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And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;</div>
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No more; and by a sleep to say we end</div>
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The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks</div>
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That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation</div>
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Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;</div>
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To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;</div>
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For in that sleep of death what dreams may come</div>
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When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,</div>
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Must give us pause: there's the respect</div>
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That makes calamity of so long life;</div>
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For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,</div>
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The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,</div>
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The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,</div>
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The insolence of office and the spurns</div>
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That patient merit of the unworthy takes,</div>
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When he himself might his quietus make</div>
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With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,</div>
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To grunt and sweat under a weary life,</div>
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But that the dread of something after death,</div>
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The undiscover'd country from whose bourn</div>
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No traveller returns, puzzles the will</div>
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And makes us rather bear those ills we have</div>
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Than fly to others that we know not of?</div>
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Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;</div>
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And thus the native hue of resolution</div>
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Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,</div>
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And enterprises of great pith and moment</div>
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With this regard their currents turn awry,</div>
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And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!</div>
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The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons</div>
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Be all my sins remember'd.</div>
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<a name="romeo and juliet"><strong>Romeo and Juliet: Prologue</strong></a></div>
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Two households, both alike in dignity,</div>
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In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,</div>
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From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,</div>
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Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.</div>
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From forth the fatal loins of these two foes</div>
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A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;</div>
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Whose misadventured piteous overthrows</div>
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Do with their death bury their parents' strife.</div>
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The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,</div>
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And the continuance of their parents' rage,</div>
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Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,</div>
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Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;</div>
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The which if you with patient ears attend,</div>
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What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.</div>
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<strong><a name="merchant of venice"></a>Shylock</strong></div>
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If you prick us, do we not bleed?</div>
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if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison</div>
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us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not</div>
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revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will</div>
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resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,</div>
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what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian</div>
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wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by</div>
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Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you</div>
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teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I</div>
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will better the instruction.</div>
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