Horatio.
[Furious.]Here, I can’t stand this.
I’ll cross it though it blast me. Stay, Illusion!
[The figure stops.
Are you aware, Sir, that you’re trespassing?
This is a private house.
Ghost.
[In a sepulchral voice.] My private house!
Horatio.
Oh, come, you know, you can’t mean that! Your house?