Hamlet's Soliloquy Copywork

ON THIS SHEET: 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. — Hamlet, Act III Scene 1. LETTER SIZE: 1/4-inch. HANDWRITING: manuscript print. SHEETS: Copywork (Step 1), First Letter Hints (Step 2), Memory Lines (Step 3), Source Text, First Letters Only, Randomized Redacting.