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$data = <<<QUOTE
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To be or not to be, that is the question;
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Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
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The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune
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Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
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And by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep;
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No more; and by a sleep to say we end
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The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
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That flesh is heir to 'tis a consummation
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Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
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To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,
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For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
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When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
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Must give us pause. 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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Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
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The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
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The insolence of office, and the spurns
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That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
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When he himself might his quietus make
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With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
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To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
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But that the dread of something after death,
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The undiscovered country from whose bourn
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No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
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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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And thus the native hue of resolution
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Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
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And enterprises of great pitch and moment
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With this regard their currents turn away,
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And lose the name of action.
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Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions,
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senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with
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the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, heal'd by
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the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer
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as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you
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tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die?
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And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you
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in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a
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Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong
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a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why,
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revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute, and it
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shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
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Is this a dagger which I see before me,
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The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
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I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
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Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
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To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
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A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
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Proceeding from the heat-oppress'd brain?
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I see thee yet, in form as palpable
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As this which now I draw.
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Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
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And such an instrument I was to use.
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Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
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Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
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And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
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Which was not so before.
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There's no such thing:
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It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes.
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Now o'er the one halfworld Nature seems dead,
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and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
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Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
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Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
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Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
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With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
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Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
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Hear not my steps, which way they walk,
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for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
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And take the present horror from the time,
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Which now suits with it.
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Whiles I threat, he lives:
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Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
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I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
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Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
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That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
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QUOTE;
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