Hip. Thou slave, thou hast let in the devil!
Ser. Lord bless us, where? he’s not cloven, my lord, that I can see: besides the devil goes more like a gentleman than a page; good my lord, Buon coraggio![198]
Hip. Thou hast let in a woman in man’s shape.
And thou art damned for’t.
Ser. Not damned I hope for putting in a woman to a lord.
Hip. Fetch me my rapier,—do not; I shall kill thee.
Purge this infected chamber of that plague,
That runs upon me thus: Slave, thrust her hence.
Ser. Alas, my lord, I shall never be able to thrust her hence without help! Come, mermaid, you must to sea again.
Bell. Hear me but speak, my words shall be all music;
Hear me but speak. [Knocking within.
Hip. Another beats the door,
T’other she-devil! look.
Ser. Why, then, hell’s broke loose.