Begone

Begone, wretched spawn of Hell's unholy bowels!

I don't want to hear it, begone with you!

"Presumptuous winds, begone, / and take your king this message, that the sway / of Ocean and the sceptre and the throne / Fate gave to me, not him; the trident is my own."

Begone, thot!

Take what you have come for, and begone.

Fairies be gone, and be alwaies away.

"Begone! move quickly! if quickly you can, you that shine forth into sight in moist times like the worm."