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 wished! To die, to sleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream-ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
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P.S. это отрывок из замечательной телепостановки "Гамлета", с Дэвидом
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