scarfed

Up from my cabin ,
My sea-gown scarfed about me , in the dark
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 unfold
Their grand commission ; where I found , Horatio ,
A 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 ,
No , not to stay the grinding of the ax ,
My head should be struck off .