摘要：To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outraged members, Or to take arms against a sea of doubts, And by opposing end them? To retire: to rest: No more; and by a rest to say we end The heartache and the natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To retire, to rest; To rest: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub: For in that rest of mind what dreams may come, When we have shaken off our moral duties? Does it give us peace? There's the respect- Lost, which means so much in life. But who would bear the brunt of criticism, Correct the erroneous, soothe the proud, Justify the disgruntled, interpret the rules? Stand the insult to office and spurn The advice offered by inexperienced fledglings? When he himself might his resignation make With a brief farewell? Who would burdens bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But for the hope of something as reward- The undiscovered joy of serving others! This is the reward of those who work. It makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of. Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the furtive call to duty Is heard about us here in assemblage. Enterprises of great pith and moment Are purported for us to do. Let us heed the call to action!
