To Leave, Or Not To Leave

To leave, or not to leave: that was the question:

Whether 'tis nobler to finish what we started

Together, the raising of outrageous fortune,

Or to follow the dream I’ve been chasing,

In some way, perhaps my whole life:

The Theatre.

We know all the world's a stage,
And we men and women are merely players;
We have our exits and our entrances;
And one in his or her time plays many parts,
As you all have for me.

You’ve been my friends, faithful and just
And together we have been ambitious;

Friends, colleagues, countrymen, lend me your ears!
I want to thank you all, and to praise you.

So now say you

Out, damn'd spot! out,!—One; two: why, then
'tis time to do't.—Hell is murky.

Cowards die many times before their deaths

So it is-

To leave: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

For Yale is such stuff that dreams are made of-

Yet -- Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
And so I say, Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.


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