Thou sneaksby! Thinkest thou to taint my cauldron and live? Thou hast added lyblac to my work, yet it is thy own soul that shall boil! A pox upon thee! The spirits shall plague thee for this trespass, and thou shalt crawl to my feet for remedy! Thou gobermouch! Sneaking into my home like a thief in the night! This potion was for healing, now turned to foul vapour by thy hand! Thou doltish wizard--I shall turn thy blood to cold ash and feed thy bones to the wodehound! Thou hast breached the veil, now suffer the consequence! Thou hell-born caitiff!
