_Mar_. Shall I strike at it with my Partizan? [Sidenote: strike it with]

_Hor_. Do, if it will not stand.

_Barn_. 'Tis heere.

_Hor_. 'Tis heere.

_Mar_. 'Tis gone. _Exit Ghost_[5]
We do it wrong, being so Maiesticall[6]
To offer it the shew of Violence,
For it is as the Ayre, invulnerable,
And our vaine blowes, malicious Mockery.

_Barn_. It was about to speake, when the Cocke crew.

_Hor_. And then it started, like a guilty thing
Vpon a fearfull Summons. I haue heard,
The Cocke that is the Trumpet to the day, [Sidenote: to the morne,]
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding Throate[7]
Awake the God of Day: and at his warning,
Whether in Sea, or Fire, in Earth, or Ayre,
Th'extrauagant,[8] and erring[9] Spirit, hyes
To his Confine. And of the truth heerein,
This present Obiect made probation.[10]

_Mar_. It faded on the crowing of the Cocke.[11]

[Footnote 1: There are various tales of the blasting power of evil
ghosts.]