[ENTER K-HAMLET:]

To be, or not to be:---that is the question:---

taH pagh taHbe’. DaH mutlhteghvam viqelnIS.

Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings & arrows of outragrous fortune,

quv’a’, yabDaq San vaQcha, pu’ je SIQDI’?

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

pagh, Sen bIQ’a’Hey SuvmeH nuHmey SuqDI’,

And by opposing end them?

‘ej, Suvmo’, rInmoHDI’?

-–To die:---to sleep;--- No more; and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache

Hegh. Qong---Qong neH---‘ej QonDI’, tIq ‘oy’ wa’SanID Daw’’e’

and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to,

je cho’nISbogh porghDaj rInmoHlaH net Har,

---‘tis a consummation devoutly wish’d.

---yIn mevbogh mIwvam’e’ wIruchqangbej.

To die,---to sleep;--- To sleep! Perchance to dream: ---ay, there’s the rub!

Hegh. ---Qong;--- QongDI’(!) chaq naj: ---toH, waQlaw’ ghu’vam!

For in that sleep of Death what dreams may come (?),

HeghDaq maQongtaHvIS, tugh vay’ wInajlaH(?),

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
volchaHmajvo’ jubbe’wI’ bep wIwoDDI’,

Must give us pause: there’s the respect that makes calamity of so long life;

‘e’ wIqelDI’, maHeDnIS, Qugh DISIQnIS;

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

SIQmoHmo’ qechvam. Qugh yIn nI’moH ‘oH,

The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,

reH vaq ‘ej qIpqu’ bov; may mImlu’,

The pangs of despis’d love, the law’s delay,

tIchrup patlh, ‘oy’moH muSHa’ghach ‘Il vuvHa’lu’bogh,

The insolence of office and the spurnds that patient merit of the unworthy takes,

quvwI’pu’ tuv quvHa’moH quvHa’wI’pu’,

When he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin?

qatlh Hochvam lajqang vay?

Who would fardels bear(?), to grunt and sweat under a weary life(?),

Wa’taj neH lo’DI’, qu’Daj Qatlh? qIllaH ghaH(!) tep qengqang ‘Iv?

But that the dread of something after death,

Doy’moHmo’ yInDaj, bepmeH bechqang ‘Iv,

---The undiscover’d country, from whose bourn no traveller returns,

---mISbe’chugh neHtaHghach, ghaH ghIjo’ DuHvam:

---puzzles the will(?), and makes us rather bear those ills we have, that fly to others that we know not of?

---Hegh tlha’vay’ (?) Hegh tlha’ qo’e’ tu’bogh pagh, not chegh lengwI’ma’,

qo’vetlh veHmey ‘elDI’.

vaj Seng Dighajbogh, lajtaHmeH qa law’,

latlh DISovbe’bogh, ghoSchoHmeH qaq puS;

Thus concience does make cowards of us all;

vaj nuch DIDa ‘e’ raDlaw’ ghobmaj, qelDI’;

And thus the native hue of resolution is sicled o’er with the pale cast of thought;

‘ej, pIvmo’, wovqu’taHvIS wuqbogh qab;

And enterprises of great pith and moment,

‘oH ropmoH rIntaH Sotbogh qech ghom Hurgh,

With this reguard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action. ---Soft you now! ---The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember’d

‘ej Qu’mey potlh Ditulbogh qIl je qechvam, vIDHa’choH nab. ---baQa’! ---‘ovelya ‘IH(!) toH be’, qa’’a’pu’vaD bItlhobtaHvIS, jIyempu’ ‘e’ yIQIjchoH je.