麦克白里的一个问题

Hamlet: 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. To die- to sleep-
　　No more; and by a sleep to say we end
　　The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
　　That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
　　Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.
　　To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
　　For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
　　When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
　　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,
　　The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
　　The insolence of office, and the spurns
　　That patient merit of th' unw