Two bees or not two bees

...that is the question:
Whether 'tis easier on the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of an outrageous Festival,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of Tourists,
And by ignoring them: to lie-in, to sleep
Once more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That Edinburgh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To lie-in, to sleep.
To stay at home and watch the garden grow
And bees buzz and sweat under a weary life.