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It was a stormy night at Elsinore, the residence of the kings of Denmark. Through ragged clouds the moon lit up the castle, built on the top of a high cliff, at whose foot the gray waves of the North Sea beat against the rocky shore. It was very cold and the wind blew in gusts. The broad platform in front of the castle gates was empty at this late hour. There was only one sentry on guard, a soldier in full armour and with a partisan, who tried in vain to hide from the gusty wind. The man felt evidently ill at ease,- this could be seen by his anxious glances which he threw intő the darkness of the night, eagerly listening to every suspicious sound. JLlWho is there? Stand, and t unfold voufsgtfr* the rtran críed^ on hear7ng^t1rr"^tü5ts!eLs_^ of someone approaching him in the