In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.
Cal. O ho, O ho! [would ’t] had been done!
I. 2. 350 Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.
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