Need a short (around 30-45 line, the less the better) shakespeare speach?

Question

i need to have it memorized by tomoro! please help!

Answer 1

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt

Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!

Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!

How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, (135)

Seem to me all the uses of this world!

Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,

That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature

Possess it merely. That it should come to this!

But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: (140)

So excellent a king; that was, to this,

Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother

That he might not beteem the winds of heaven

Visit her face too roughly.

OR

O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!

Now I am alone.

O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! (555)

Is it not monstrous that this player here,

But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,

Could force his soul so to his own conceit

That from her working all his visage wann'd,

Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, (560)

A broken voice, and his whole function suiting

With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing!

For Hecuba!

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,

That he should weep for her? What would he do, (565)

Had he the motive and the cue for passion

That I have? He would drown the stage with tears

And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,

Make mad the guilty and appal the free,

Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed (570)

The very faculties of eyes and ears.

OR

Tis now the very witching time of night

Tis now the very witching time of night, (380)

When churchyards yawn and h**l itself breathes out

Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood

And do such bitter business as the day

Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother.

O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever (385)

The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom:

Let me be cruel, not unnatural:

I will speak daggers to her, but use none;

My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites;

How in my words soever she be shent, (390)

To give them seals never, my soul, consent!

OR

Now might I do it pat, now he is praying

Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;

And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven;

And so am I revenged. That would be scann'd:

A villain kills my father; and for that, (80)

I, his sole son, do this same villain send

To heaven.

O, this is hire and salary, not revenge.

He took my father grossly, full of bread;

With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; (85)

And how his audit stands who knows save heaven?

But in our circumstance and course of thought,

'Tis heavy with him.

Answer 2

I would look up Hamlet's To Be or Not To Be speech, it's basically talking about Hamlet's internal battle about whether to commit suicide or not.