Thou poisonous slave, come forth!, For this, be sure: tonight thou shall have cramps!, Thou most lying slave! ... , ... I have used thee, filth as thou art ... , ... With human care and lodged thee in my own cell ... , ... Till thou didst seek to violate the honour of my child., Abhorred slave! I pitied thee ... , ... Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour one thing or other., Hag-seed hence! Fetch us in fuel ... , ... What I command! I'll rack thee with old cramps ..., ... Make thee roar, that beasts will tremble at your din., So, slave, hence.,

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