by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
Translation by Luis I, King of Portugal (1838 - 1889)
To be, or not to be: that is the...
Language: English
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 heart-ache 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, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make 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 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; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. -- [Soft you now!]1 The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd.
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Authorship:
- by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Hamlet, Act III, Scene 1 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Dudley Buck (1839 - 1909), "To be or not to be", 1903 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Joseph Summer , "To be or not to be" [ voice and piano ], from Oxford Songs, Book III, no. 3 [sung text checked 1 time]
Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:
- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Moses Mendelssohn (1729 - 1786) , "Monolog aus dem Hamlet " ; composed by Hans Georg Nägeli.
Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (François-Victor Hugo) , no title
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Carlo Rusconi) , no title, first published 1901
- POR Portuguese (Português) ( Luis I, King of Portugal) , no title, Lisboa, Imprensa Nacional, first published 1877
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 276
Ser ou não ser, eis o problema
Language: Portuguese (Português)  after the English
Ser ou não ser, eis o problema. Uma alma valorosa, deve ella supportar os golpes pungentes da fortuna adversa, ou armar-se contra um diluvio de dores, ou pôr-lhes fim, combatendo-as? Morrer, dormir, mais nada, e dizer que por esse somno pomos termo aos soffrimentos do coração e ás mil dores legadas pela natureza á nossa carne mortal; e será esse o resultado que mais devamos ambicionar? Morrer, dormir, dormir, sonhar talvez; terrivel perplexidade. Sabemos nós porventura que sonhos teremos, com o somno da morte, depois de expulsarmos de nós uma existencia agitada? E não deverei eu reflectir? É este pensamento que torna tão longa a vida do infeliz! Quem ousaria supportar os flagellos e ultrages do mundo, as injurias do oppressor, as affrontas do orgulhoso, as ancias de um amor desprezado, as lentezas da lei, a insolencia dos imperantes, e o desprezo que o ignorante inflige ao merito paciente, quando basta a ponta de um punhal para alcançar o descanso eterno? Quem se resignaria a supportar gemendo o peso de uma vida importuna, se não fosse o receio de alguma cousa alem da morte, esse ignoto paiz, do qual jamais viajante regressou? Eis o que entibia e perturba a nossa vontade; eis o que nos faz antes supportar as nossas dores presentes do que procurar outros males que não conhecemos. Assim, somos cobardes todos, mas pela consciencia; assim a brilhante côr da resolução se transforma pela reflexão em pallida e livida penumbra, e basta esta consideração para desviar o curso das emprezas mais importantes, e fazer-lhes perder até o nome de acção. Mas silencio, vejo a linda Ophelia. Joven beldade, lembra-te dos meus peccados nas tuas orações.
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Authorship:
- by Luis I, King of Portugal (1838 - 1889), no title, Lisboa, Imprensa Nacional, first published 1877 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in English by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Hamlet, Act III, Scene 1
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
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Researcher for this page: Andrew Schneider [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2019-05-07
Line count: 38
Word count: 277