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- Thank you, gentleman.
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Must give us pause.
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There's the respect...
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that makes calamity
of so long life.
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For who would bear
the whips and scorns of time...
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the law's delay,
the insolence of office...
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and the spurns that patient
merit of the unworthy take...
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when he himself
might his quiet us make...
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with a bare bodkin?
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Who would fardels bear,
to grunt and sweat...
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under a weary life--
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life.
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Please, help me, sir.
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But that the dread
of something after death.
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Would you carry on?
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I'm afraid...
it's been so long.
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The undiscover'd country...
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from whose bourn
no traveler returns...
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puzzles the will and makes us
rather bear those ills we have...
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than fly to others
that we know not of.
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Thus, conscience does make
cowards of us all.
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They're waiting for you
at the theater, Mr. Thorndyke.