Horatio says it's all in our imaginations and doesn't believe we've seen it twice. Even though we have, so I've brought him with me on the night watch. If this ghost comes again, he'll see it with his own eyes.

Alright then. Sit down again and tell me, whoever can, why we have to do this guard duty every night! And why they're making more and more cannons every day, and why there is such a brisk market in weapons, and why shipwrights have to labour on Sunday. What's going on that everyone's working so hard night and day? Who can tell me?

It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that at Christmas time the bird of dawn actually sings all night. And then, they say, no spirit dares roam. The nights are wholesome: the planets are stable: neither fairy nor witch has any power, so holy and gracious is that time.