谁知道戏剧大师莎士比亚的话吗,就是那个To be or not to be.That is a question后面的话吗?就是那个To be or not to be.That is a question.

谁知道戏剧大师莎士比亚的话吗,就是那个To be or not to be.That is a question后面的话吗?就是那个To be or not to be.That is a question.
谁知道戏剧大师莎士比亚的话吗,就是那个To be or not to be.That is a question后面的话吗?
就是那个To be or not to be.That is a question.

谁知道戏剧大师莎士比亚的话吗,就是那个To be or not to be.That is a question后面的话吗?就是那个To be or not to be.That is a question.
这是莎士比亚戏剧《哈姆雷特》中的名句
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.To die - to sleep -
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache,and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd.To die - to sleep.
To sleep - perchance to dream:ay,there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong,the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love,the law's delay,
The insolence of office,and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?

这句名言出自于莎士比亚的Prince of Denmark,Act III, scene I,
至于这完整的句子为：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.

生存还是死亡， 这是我要考虑的
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. To die - t...

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生存还是死亡， 这是我要考虑的
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. To die - to sleep -
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die - to sleep.
To sleep - perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?

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