Kapal

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
Married with my uncle
My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules
Within a month...

She married, O most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not, nor it cannot come to good
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue
To be or not to be
That is the question