The Acting Challenge for WEF


1. Accept the challenge.

2. Choose 3 people to nominate for this challenge

3. Record a video of you acting while saying the following:

  • Say something close to “I accept the Acting Challenge for WEF and will donate $10 to the Westport Education Foundation in Massachusetts.  I am challenging ___, ____, _____ (name 3 people here) to this challenge – you have 24 hours to respond!”
  • Act out the line from Shakespeare’s Hamlet : “To be or not to be: that is the question”  (have fun, be creative or serious!!)

4. Include our link to challenge & donate in your message on Facebook or your choice of social media:

5. Donating is easy – Acting is fun, spread the word & Act for Education!

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William Shakespeare - To be, or not to be: that is the question (3.1) from Hamlet’s Fourth Soliloquy – Original Text & Summary:

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,shakespeare_book_fb

And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache 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 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 willactingChallenge_fb_2

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. – Soft you now!

The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remember’d.