Devil take thee, thou smell-feast knave! Thou hast burned my spell-books, so now I must teach thee the arcane arts of misery without them! Thou art a boil on the face of virtue! Too bad I didn't burn thee first! Thou churlish, clapper-clawed lout! Hast thou no fear of hell-fire, that thou bringest it upon my dwelling? Thou reeky, rump-fed run! The plague itself is a kinder guest than thou, and it shall find thy home tonight! By the bones of St. Jude, thy wretched skin shall wither faster than this timber!
