“To die, to sleep -
To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub,
For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...”
Hamlet, hovering on the brink of his existence, questions the meaning and purpose of life. He has been driven half-mad, and he compares death to sleep. In his monologue, Hamlet thinks of the easy death, a way out of all the suffering and madness. He figures that suicide is a blessing, and considers killing himself. But yet he fears of the dreams that come after sleep/death.
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