To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’ this 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. ’ This 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
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 these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death —
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveler returns — puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Describe Hamlet’s decision. What are his choices? What risk does he perceive? Construct a decision tree for Hamlet.