Video of the Day: Watch a movie supercut of Hamlet’s To Be Or Not To Be speech


William Shakespeare’s works have, over the years, been a rich source of cinematic adaptations, whether they’re direct works such as 1989’s Henry V, loose interpretations such as 1999’s 10 Things I Hate About You, or somewhere in between, such as 2012’s Much Ado About Nothing.

One of the more popular of Shakespeare’s plays is Hamlet, which itself has seen numerous onscreen incarnations. Among the most recognisable soliloquies in the play is the “To Be Or Not To Be” speech, delivered by the titular character as he considers whether his life is worth living. Now, JoBlo has made a supercut of the numerous times the soliloquy has been delivered, putting together the whole speech by interspersing the numerous performers and contexts in which it has been said. The resulting video, which includes everyone from Charlie Chaplin to David Tennant, can be seen below, along with the monologue in its text form.

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? To die, to sleep—
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, 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 Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o’er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Action.

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