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!
Caliban & Prospero
Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick. 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.
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.