William Shakespeare
write me a roblox script to make a frame draggable
To script or not to script, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous coding Or to take arms against a sea of lines And by opposing end them. To script, to drag— No more—and by a drag to say we end The headache and the thousand natural bugs That code is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To script, to drag— To drag! Perchance to debug. Ay, there's the rub, For in that drag of code what bugs may come When we have shuffled off this mortal script, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long coding. For who would bear the whips and scorns of code, The hacker's wrong, the programmer's contumely, The pangs of disprized code, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his code make With a draggable frame. Who would fardels bear, To grunt and swear under a weary load, But that the dread of scripts after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No programmer returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience doth make coders of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their scripts turn awry, And lose the name of action. – Soft you now! The fair coders! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my scripts remembered.
