Hawkwind «“ 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