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Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were

Language: English

 Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were
 porter of Hell Gate, he should have old turning the
 key. (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock! Who's there,
 i' the name of Beelzebub? Here's a farmer, that hang'd
 himself on th' expectation of plenty. Come in time!
 Have napkins enow about you; here you'll sweat for't.
 (Knock.) Knock, knock! Who's there, in the other
  devil's name? Faith, here's an equivocator, that could
 swear in both the scales against either scale, who com-
 mitted treason enough for God's sake, yet could
 not equivocate to heaven. O, come in, equivocator.
 (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock! Who's there? Faith,
 here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing
 out of a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may
 roast your goose. (Knock.) Knock, knock! Never
 at quiet! What are you? But this place is too
 cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had
 thought to have let in some of all professions that go
 the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. (Knock.)
 Anon, anon! [Opens the gate.] I pray you, remember
 the porter.

Translation(s): FRE GER ITA

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Qui si batte, nulla di più vero; ma se...

Language: Italian (Italiano) after the English

 Qui si batte, nulla di più vero; ma se un uomo 
 custodisse le porte dello Inferno, egli dovria ben di frequente 
 volgerne e rivolgerne la chiave (battono). Picchia, picchia, picchia.
 Chi va là, in nome di Belzebub? Egli è un fattore 
 che s’appiccò, stanco d’attendere le messi: arriva in tempo; 
 porti pur seco buone tele, che qui n’avrà d’uopo per asciugarsi il sudore
 (battono). Picchia, picchia. Chi è là, in nome del Diavolo? 
 In fede mia, è un dottorino che avrebbe giurato sopra entrambi 
 i piattelli della giustizia, e commesso mille mariuolerie, 
 segnandosi sempre nel nome del Signore. Oh sia il benvenuto, 
 dottore (battono)! Picchia, picchia, picchia. Chi è là? 
 Sull’onor di Satanasso, l’è un sartore. Ah maladetto sartore! 
 vieni qui ad abbrustolarti la bugiarda lingua (battono). 
 Picchia, picchia: mai un momento di riposo! Chi siete voi...? 
Ma questo luogo è troppo freddo per poter raffigurare l’Inferno, 
nè voglio più farla da portiere del diavolo. M’era immaginato 
di condur qui un uomo di tutte quelle professioni che guidano 
pel più breve cammino al fuoco dell’eterna gioia; ma..... (battono).
Vengo, vengo (va ad aprire). In mercè, signori, 
non vi dimenticate del portiere.

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