In the dead vast and middle of the night
Been thus encount’red. A figure like your father,
Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,
Appears before them and with solemn march
Goes slow and stately by them.
It’s an ominous way to start off a play. With scenes of a ghost, one who should be dead yet isn’t. As a person with a logical more scientific mindset, the whole notion of ghost is something quite unbelievable. I guess the same could be said for Horatio who, when told about the ghost, would not believe it until he saw it for himself, says “’tis but our fantasy” (23). To not believe and yet have a ghost appear, an apparition, a sign of the dead, the coming back of the lifeless, clearly shakes him. The fact that the even notion of a ghost appearing shakes him, is not surprising. His beliefs lie in the natural law and order of the world, yet there it is, as plain as the night. How do you disbelieve what is in front of you? In retrospect, can you trust your thoughts and beliefs?