Em. From my sight,
Thou all thy devils in one! thou dar'st not force me.
Osm. You teach me well; I find you would be ravished.
I'll give you that excuse your sex desires.
[He begins to lay hold on her, and they struggle.
Grim. [Within.] O help me, master, help me!
Osm. Who's that? my Grimbald? Come and help thou me;
For 'tis thy work to assist a ravisher.
Grim. [Within.] I cannot stir; I am spell-caught by Philidel,
And pursed within a net,