Act V Scene II

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 fail;

and that should teach us there's a divinity that shapes our ends,

rough-hew them how we will...