On Sunday we (my Rosemary and I ) lingered at Bard after enjoying Cymbeline. When we were about to leave we noticed that there had been a changing of the guards. It would seem that at some late hour the friendly Bard women change places with I-mean-business security guards. At the exit this man ran in with an ashen face as if he had seen a ghost. I stopped him and asked him what was wrong. He told me that the folks at Bard on the Beach do not want to publicize that there is some sort of spirit/ghost that roams the grounds at night. He is a man and a crown is upon his head. When he walks he drags a broad sword that clangs sporadically. The security staff is too rattled but feel that they cannot report it to the authorities as they (the authorities) might counter with the accusation that said staff is not seeing spirits but consuming them.   

 When clouds appear, wise men put on their cloaks;
When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand;
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
(Richard III, 2.3)