Bernardo. See, it stalks away!
Horatio. Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak! [Exit Ghost.]
Marcellus. ’Tis gone, and will not answer.
Bernardo. How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:
Is not this something more than phantasy?
What think you on’t?
—Shakespeare.
Gloucester. Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it down.
Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend