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- ACT ONE THE TEMPEST SCENE TWO
Caliban, You taught me language; and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
For learning me your language !
Prospero. Hag-seed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel ; and be quick, thou 'rt best.
To answer other business. Shrugg'st thou, malice ?
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Caliban. No, pray thee.
[Aside] I must obey : his art is of such power.
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.
Prospero. So, slave ; hence ! [BxU Caliban.
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