[The clock begins to strike as they exeunt hastily. On the last stroke, Ghost enters.
Ghost.
I am Hamlet’s father’s spirit,
Doomed for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day....
[Stops, seeing no one there.
What! Nobody about?
Why, this is positively disrespectful.
I’ll wait until Horatio returns
And, when I’ve got him quietly alone,