Again, in "King Lear" (iii. 4), Edgar says: "This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet: he begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock."
The time of night, as the season wherein spirits wander abroad, is further noticed by Gardiner in "Henry VIII." (v. 1):
"Affairs, that walk, As they say spirits do, at midnight."
It was a prevalent notion that a person who crossed the spot on which a spectre was seen became subject to its malignant influence. In "Hamlet" (i. 1), Horatio says, in reference to the ghost:
"But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again! I'll cross it, though it blast me."
Lodge, in his "Illustrations of British History" (iii. 48), tells us that among the reasons for supposing the death of Ferdinand, Earl of Derby (who died young, in 1594), to have been occasioned by witchcraft, was the following: "On Friday there appeared a tall man, who twice crossed him swiftly; and when the earl came to the place where he saw this man, he fell sick."
Reginald Scot, in his "Discovery of Witchcraft" (1584), enumerates the different kinds of spirits, and particularly notices white, black, gray, and red spirits. So in "Macbeth" (iv. 1), "black spirits" are mentioned--the charm song referred to (like the one in act iv.) being found in Middleton's "Witch" (v. 2):
"Black spirits and white, Red spirits and gray; Mingle, mingle, mingle, You that mingle may."
A well-known superstition which still prevails in this and foreign countries is that of the "spectre huntsman and his furious host." As night-time approaches, it is supposed that this invisible personage rides through the air with his yelping hounds; their weird sound being thought to forbode misfortune of some kind. This popular piece of folk-lore exists in the north of England under a variety of forms among our peasantry, who tenaciously cling to the traditions which have been handed down to them.[79] It has been suggested that Shakespeare had some of these superstitions in view when he placed in the mouth of Macbeth (i. 7), while contemplating the murder of Duncan, the following metaphors:
"And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind!"