Question

To be or not to be是什么意思？

Answer 1

"To be or not to be" 是莎士比亚戏剧《哈姆雷特》中的一个著名台词。这句台词出现在剧中主角哈姆雷特的独白中，他在思考人生的意义和面对困境时的选择。
这句话的意思是在面临生存与死亡之间的抉择。通过使用动词"to be"（成为）的两个形式，表达了对生命的存在与否进行思考。哈姆雷特在这段独白中考虑自己是否应该继续忍受生活的痛苦，或者选择结束自己的生命来摆脱困境。
这句台词也被广泛引用和解读，被视为对人生意义、存在主义和自由意志等哲学问题的探讨。它反映了人类对于生与死、存在与虚无的思考和探索，成为了莎士比亚作品中最具代表性和深远影响的台词之一。

Answer 2

这个是莎士比亚戏剧《哈姆雷特》中的名句，全句是
To be, or not to be - that is the question
意思是说 活着还是死去，这是一个问题。

附相关章节：
Hamlet's endurance has reached the breaking point. His father has been murdered. His mother, who he loves dearly, has married her dead husband's brother. Moreover his sweetheart, Ophelia, has been acting very strangely. He senses that she does not love him any more. Now, he's all alone. The world that he knew is shattered. His black mood of despair is deepened by his inability to act - to do something to change the situation.

Now he ponders whether to continue living - or to take his own life.

Hamlet:

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 heartache, 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. 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 undiscover'd 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 pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.