Read the excerpt from Act III of Hamlet.. . . 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 wish’d. 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.
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He is distraught and unsure.B
He is decisive and confident.C
He is ready to move forward.D
He is about to kill Claudius.