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