Translating Hamlet Act 3 Scene 1

To be, or not to be? That is the question

to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveler returns,

Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,

Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.

And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?

Soft you now

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,