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Hamlet

Tu bee or not tu bee: that iz the cweschn.
Wether 'tiz nobler in the minde tu suffer
The slingz and arroze ov outrajus fortyune,
Or tu tace up armz agenst a see ov trublz,
And bi opozing end them? Tu di: tu sleep;
No mor; and bi a sleep tu say wee end
The hart-ace and the thouzend naturel shocs
That flesh iz air tu, 'tiz a consumashen
Devoutly tu bee wisht. Tu di, tu sleep;
Tu sleep! perchans tu dreem: ay, thair'z the rub;
For in that sleep ov deth wot dreemz may cum,
Wen we hav shufld of this mortl coil,
Must giv us porz.

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