In the fourteenth century there existed a kind of hell-gate near Ansedonia in Tuscany.
With a knocking at his heart the Count seized the door-knocker to the heaven- or hell-gate of his future destiny.
The idea of the Porter's speech, in which he imagines himself the keeper of hell-gate, shows the same irony.
Everlasting storms howl up and down, tossing the unwary crafts into the Hell-gate.
At a little distance was encamped the tribe of warriors who came from the neighborhood of Hell-gate.
