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The Canterbury Tales The General Prologue When in April the sweet showers fallAnd pierce the drought of March to the root, and allThe veins are bathed in liquor of such powerAs brings about the engendering of the flower,When also Zephyrus with his sweet breathExhales an air in every grove and heathUpon the tender shoots , and the young sunHis half-course in the sign of the Ram has run,And the small fowl are making melodyThat sleep away the night with open eye(So nature pricks them and their heart engages)Then people long to go on pilgrimagesAnd palmers long to seek the stranger strands Of far-off saints, hallowed in sundry lands,And specially, from every shire’s endOf England, down to Canterbury they wend To seek the holy blissful martyr, quickTo give his help to them when they were sick,It happened in that season that one dayIn Southwark , at The Tabard, as I layReady to go on pilgrimages and startFor Canterbury, most devout at heart,At night there came into that hostelry Some nine and twenty in a companyOf sundry folk happening then to fallIn fellowship, and they were pilgrims allThat towards Canterbury meant to ride,The rooms and stables of the inn were wide;They made us easy, all was of the best,And, briefly, when the sun had gone to rest,I’d spoken to them all upon the tripAnd was soon one with them in fellowship,Pledged to rise early and to take the wayTo Canterbury, as you heard me say.But none the less, while I have time and space,Before my story takes a further pace,It seems a reasonable thing to sayWhat their condition was, the full arrayOf each of them, as it appeared to me,According to profession and degree, And what apparel they were riding in;And at a Knight I therefore will begin. Hamlet (Act 3, Scene 1, lines 55-86) 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 opposin