_Enter MACCLAUDIUS, MACGERTRUDE, Brilliant Staff, and Scotch
Guards. The Colours are trooped._

_Then enter TELMAH, who returns salute of Sentries._

_MacClaudius_. I am just glad you have joined us, TELMAH.

_Telmah_. Really! I fancied some function was going on, but thought it
was a parade, in honour of my father's funeral.

_MacGertrude_ (_with a forced laugh_). Don't be so absurd! Your poor
father--the very best of men--died months ago.

_Telmah_ (_bitterly_). So long!

_MacClaudius_ (_aside_). Ma gracious! He's in one of his nasty
tempers, MACGERTRUDE. Come away! (_Aloud._) Believe me, I shall drink
your health to-night in Perrier Jouet of '74. Come!

[_Exeunt with Queen and Guards._

_Telmah_. Oh! that this too solid flesh would melt! (_Enter_ Ghost.)
Hallo! Who are you?

_Ghost_ (_impressively_). I am thy father's spirit! List, TELMAH, oh,
list!

_Telmah_. Would, with pleasure, were I not already a Major in the
Army, and an Hon. Colonel in the Militia.