The Tempest Act 1 Scene 2

PROSPERO: But as ’tis, we cannot miss him. He does make our fire, fetch in our wood, and serves in offices that profit us. What ho! Slave! Caliban! Thou earth, thou! Speak. (offstage) There’s wood enough within.
PROSPERO: Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself upon thy wicked dam, come forth! As wicked dew as e’er my mother brushed with raven’s feather from unwholesome fen drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye and blister you all o’er!
PROSPERO: For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins shall, forth at vast of night that they may work, all exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched as thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging that bees that made ’em. I must eat my dinner. This island’s mine, by Sycorax my mother, which thou takest from me. When thou camest first, thou strok’st 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 showed thee all the qualities o’ th’ 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 my own king. And here you sty me in this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me the rest o’ the’ island.
PROSPERO: Thou most lying slave, whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee, filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee in mine own cell till thou didst seek to violate the honor of my child. Oh ho, 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, being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour one thing or other. When thou didst not, savage, know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like a thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes with words that made them known. But thy vile race, though thou didst learn, had that in ‘t which good natures could not abide to be with. Therefore wast thou deservedly confined into this rock, who hadst deserved more than a prison. You taught me language, and my profit on it 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 are 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. 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.