Cursed be I that did so! All the charms of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!...

Caliban: When thou camest first, thou strokedst me and made much of me, wouldst give me water with berries in't, and teach me how to name the bigger light, and how the less, that burn by day and night. And then I loved thee and show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, the fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile: cursed be I that did so! All the charms of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! For I am all the subjects that you have, which first was mine own king! And here you sty me in this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me the rest o' the island. Prospera: Thou most lying slave, whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee with humane care, lodged thee in mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate the honor of my child. Caliban: Oh, ho. Would it had been done. Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled else this isle with Calibans. Miranda: Abhorred slave, which any print of goodness wilt not take. I pitied thee, took pains to make thee speak! 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! Prospera: Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel. 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.