Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

Style A line from William Shakespeare's "The Tempest" 

ARIEL
     Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad and played
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
Then all afire with me. The king’s son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring—then, like reeds, not hair—
Was the first man that leaped, cried, “Hell is empty
And all the devils are here.”

PROSPERO
     Why, that’s my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?

ARIEL
     Close by, my master.

PROSPERO
But are they, Ariel, safe?

ARIEL
    Not a hair perished.
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before. And, as thou badest me,
In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.
The king’s son have I landed by himself,
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.

PROSPERO
    Of the king’s ship,
The mariners, say how thou hast disposed,
And all the rest o' th' fleet.

ARIEL
    Safely in harbor
Is the king’s ship. In the deep nook where once
Thou called’st me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vexed Bermoothes, there she’s hid.

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