Suporto o Hamlet?

To fight or not to fight - that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler in the heart to suffer
The swings and arrows of outrageous Cupid
Or to take decision against a sea of feelings
And by opposing end them. To end, to sleep -
- No more - and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand sentimental shocks
That flesh is their too. Love's a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To love, to sleep -
To sleep - perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rush
For in that sleep of joy what dreams may come,
When we are tangled in his desired coil
Must give us bliss.

E que me possa, o poeta, perdoar a adulteração.