ARIEL Your will, great Master, we revere it.— Lo where, to meet his father’s spirit, Pale Hamlet watches now, before The parapets of Elsinore!
[Ariel raises the scroll; then, unrolling it, bends his looks upon it, while the Cloudy Curtains part, revealing the
FIFTH INNER SCENE.
On a platform at Elsinore, by blazing starlight, three Figures are seen pacing the cold.
HAMLET The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
HORATIO It is a nipping and an eager air.
HAMLET What hour now?
HORATIO I think it lacks of twelve.
MARCELLUS No, it is struck.