I love when this is played as a joke
Though I see why it mightn’t be.
When these two characters’ sense of where a dead person might be contradict each other – it’s this happy collision of the intellect with the supernatural.
Horatio quite literally just saw Hamlet’s dad.
In Hamlet’s experience, there’s no way to see his supernatural father anymore –
But somehow, I love a Horatio who reels around looking for a ghost.
Despite the fact that he is reported not to be passion’s slave
I love when he’s a little jumpy. After all, his entire world-view has just been up-ended.
Things that he held to be fantasy have walked right before him, chilled his very marrow.
If he looks to see what isn’t there,
He’s become who he wasn’t
He’s transformed by his experience in scene 1.
I like a play that is an ever widening gyre of transformation.