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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 Fewel, and be quick, thou wer't best
To answer other Business: Shrug'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.
Cal. No, 'pray thee.
I must obey, his Art is of such Pow'r,
It would control my Dam's God Setebos,
And make a Vassal of him.
Pro. So Slave, hence. [ Exit Caliban
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No Fear Shakespeare translates "Hag-seed, hence!" as "Get out of here, you son of a bitch!" ;-)