ACT 5, SCENE 2. Elsinore. A hall in the Castle. Enter HAMLET and HORATIO..


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


HORATIO
Remember it, my lord!


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


HORATIO
That is most certain.