(Brock Davey Chadwick)



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

Married with my uncle,

My father's brother: but no more like my father

Than I to Hercules. Within a month...

... She married. O, most wicked speed, to post

With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

It is not, nor it cannot come to good.

But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue

To be or not to be

That is the question