or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

and by opposing end them.

[THUNDER RUMBLlNG]

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: ay, 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.

[CROWD CHEERlNG]

[SOBS]

[GASPlNG]

Ah!

MAN 1: Give it good heat. MAN 2: This hot enough?

[BELL TOLLlNG]

You're certain of this? William Cecil was murdered.