Act I; Scene V, Summery: After leaving Penelope's house, Percy and Oliver are visited by the Ghost. It signals to Percy. Oliver tries to stop him from following the ghost, but Percy will not be held back.

Act I; Scene V

(Enter Percy and Oliver)

Oliver: The air bites shrewdly, a bitter cold chills my bones leaving in eerie sensation upon my spine.

Percy: Of what hour is it, friend?

Oliver: It has just struck of twelve.

Percy: Perchance then that is what draw such a chill this eve or morn. For it is not the air that chills, but the spirit which lurks this hour.

Oliver: Good heart, were you out to see thine lady or to relish in a few drinks?

Percy: I went to see her, but she doth think me mad. Foolish sex art she! A lady who hath never mourned cannot judge one on their mourning.

Oliver: Alas, you know not much of she whom you claim as your own. She hath mourned for her brother who is seven months lost a sea. Laertes, a good, noble captain of Ithaca...born just an hour before your lady. Yet, she finds not so much a need for constant grief, as there is no sense to mourn for a soul which is in Heaven.

Percy: Art thou saying that Sir Crouch is in Hell?

Oliver: Nay, for he is in purgatory...

Percy: Why say you that?

Oliver: For over there is his spector which has not as of yet spoken a word!

Enter Ghost

Percy: Alas...he doth come again.

Yet to speak no words to you, as you too think him dead.

Can you not see that his soul is not at rest if he still wanders this earth?

Dressed is he in the very same garments in which he was said to hath

Worn on the very day in which he did sentence his own son to Azkaban.

Men often don for eternity the apparel which they hath worn on the

Day of their most notable contribution to the Earth. He was a traitor.

A traitor for the wise. Some might claim him to be a criminal...a

Judas to his own family, yet in mine eyes he was a saint.

One gets to Heaven when doing for another without once thinking

of themselves. Crouch new that although to turn in his own son

Was wrong to the rest, it was what God had told him to do.

God sent down a messenger to him, which spoke of

Eternal greatness for avenging the wrath of Voldemort.

(The Ghost beckons)

Oliver: He beckons you to go forth.

Percy: So I shall follow.

Oliver: Nay... thou must not. You know not if he hath put up the guise like a bogart, but instead of fear, he begs you hither with familiarity. What to say if thou should follow, that the spirit shall not lead you to your death or to madness? Perhaps he is such a hideous creature; that behind the facade, his true form will render you mindless. Do not go forth...I heed you hear my, dear friend!

Percy: You speak with such I fear, I would think you a Hufflepuff! He begs me follow, and I shall do thus.

(Exit Ghost and Percy)