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Монолог Гамлета (оригинал)




Монолог Гамлета (оригинал)

Монолог Гамлета (оригинал) (текст набирался давно и от руки - возможны ошибки!)

          56  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
          60  And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep
              No more; and by a sleep to say we end
              The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
              That flesh is heir to: `tis a consummation   
          64  Devoutly to be wish`d. To die: to sleep.
              To sleep? Perchance to dream. Ay, there`sthe rub;
              For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
              When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
          68  Must give us pause. There`s the respect
              That makes calamity of so long life;
              For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
              Th` oppressor`s wrong, the proud man`s contumely,  
          72  The pangs of dispriz`d love, the law`s delay,
              The insolens of office, and the spurns
              That patient merit of th` unworthy takes,
              When he himself might his quietus make
          76  With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
              To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
              But that the dread of something after death,
              The undiscover`d country from whose bourn 
          80  No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
              And 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,
          84  And thus the native hue of resolution
              Is sicklied o`er with the pale cast of thought,
              And enterprises of great pitch and moment
              With this regard their currents turn awry,
          88  And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
              The fair Ophelia. Nimph, in thy orisons
              Be all my sins remember`d.
        
        
          56.    Cf.n.
          59.    take... troubles; cf.n.
          60.    rub: obstacle
          61.    shuffled off: sloughed off
                 mortal coil: turmoil of mortal life
          68.    give us pause: cause us to hesitate
                 respect: consideration
          69.    Cf.n.
          70.    for who wold bear, etc.; cf.n.
          72.    disprir`d: held in contempt
          73.    office: people holding official position
                 spurns: insults
          75.    quietus: release from life
          76.    bare bodkin; cf.n. fardels: burdens
          79.    bourn: boundary
          80.    no traveller returns; cf.n. puzzles: frustrates
          83.    conscience: the ability to think
          84.    native hue: heathy complexion
          85.    cast: tinge
          86.    pitch and moment: elevation and importance
          87.    regard: consideration
                 currents: courses
          89.    orisons: prayers