No Fear Shakespeare: Hamlet: Act 5, scene ii

Enter HAMLET and HORATIO

HAMLET and HORATIO enter.

	HAMLET
	So much for this, sir. Now shall you see the other.
	You do remember all the circumstance?

HAMLET

That's enough about that. Now I'll tell you the other story about my journey. Do you remember the circumstances?

	HORATIO
	Remember it, my lord?

HORATIO

How could I forget, my lord!

	HAMLET
	Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
5	That would not let me sleep. Methought I lay
	Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly—
	And praised be rashness for it: let us know
	Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well
	When our deep plots do pall, and that should teach us
10	There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
	Rough-hew them how we will—

HAMLET

There was a kind of war in my brain that wouldn't let me sleep. It was worse than being a captive in chains. Sometimes it's good to be rash—sometimes it works out well to act impulsively when our careful plans lose steam. This should show us that there's a God in heaven who's always guiding us in the right direction, however often we screw up—

	HORATIO
	That is most certain.

HORATIO

Well, of course.

	HAMLET
	Up from my cabin,
	My sea-gown scarfed about me, in the dark
15	Groped I to find out them, had my desire,
	Fingered their packet, and in fine withdrew
	To mine own room again, making so bold
	(My fears forgetting manners) to unseal
	Their grand commission, where I found, Horatio—
20	O royal knavery!—an exact command,
	Larded with many several sorts of reasons
	Importing Denmark's health, and England's too,
	With—ho!—such bugs and goblins in my life
	That, on the supervise (no leisure bated,
25	No, not to stay the grinding of the ax)
	My head should be struck off.

HAMLET

So I came up from my cabin with my robe tied around me, groped in the dark to find what I was looking for, found it, looked through their packet of papers, and returned to my cabin again. I was bold enough (I guess my fears made me forget my manners) to open the document containing the king's instructions. And there I found, Horatio, such royal mischief—a precisely worded order, sugared with lots of talk about Denmark's well-being and England's too, to cut off my head, without even waiting to sharpen the ax.