355 One thing or other: when thou [didst not, savage,]
[Know] thine own meaning, but [wouldst] gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow’d thy purposes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in’t which good natures
360 Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
[Deservedly confined into this rock,]
[Who hadst deserved more than a prison].
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on’t
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you