O, thou snake-tongued shrew! Thou hast sold our art down the river to a man! May the three-fold curse fall upon thee; may thy bread turn to ashes and thy familiar turn against thee. I mark thee for all eternity! Thou hedge-born ronyon! Thou shalt be cooked in the same pan as thy sins. I call upon the demons; to reclaim the spells thou hast stolen, and leave thee nothing but the curse of silence! Thou false doxy! Thou hast taken my book to a fustilugs of a wizard! For this, may thy legs grow as stiff as iron, thy liver turn to gall and thy sight vanish until thy last breath! Thou art a cumberworld, unworthy of the art!
