Thou hast turned my kin to a loathsome creature? Then I say, a toad-stone in thy skull shall bring thee mischief! May your heart become as cold as the creature that you made, and your soul consumed by the same slime! Thou foul sorcerer! Thou toad-spotted miscreant! By this wicked deed, I vow thy limbs shall wither, and thy breath turn foul as the marsh! Thy magic is but a pox upon the land. O, thou caitiff knave! A curst sorcerer! Thou shalt pay for this vile turning! I curse thee by the bone of the toad, and mayest thou never know peace, neither in this world or the next!
