Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ham. Ham.
Ham. So much for this Sir; now let me see the other,
Ham. You doe remember all the Circumstance.
Hor. Hor.
Hor. Remember it my Lord?
Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kinde of fighting,
Ham. That would not let me sleepe; me thought I lay
Ham. Worse then the mutines in the Bilboes, rashly,
Ham. (And praise be rashnesse for it) let vs know,
Ham. Our indiscretion sometimes serues vs well,
Ham. When our deare plots do paule, and that should teach vs,
Ham. There's a Diuinity that shapes our ends,
Ham. Rough‑hew them how we will.
Hor. That is most certaine.
Ham. Vp from my Cabin
Ham. My sea‑gowne scarft about me in the darke,
Ham. Grop'd I to finde out them; had my desire,