Away, foul knave! Thou servest a tyrant, and thou art the mildew on mankind. I fear not thy blade--thy tongue shall out-venom all the worms of the Nile before I am through with thee. Thou rechy ronyon guard! Thou thinkest me weak, but I shall weave a knotted spell that make thy flesh rot before the king's eyes. As my hearth is cold, so shall thy heart be barren. God's bones. Thou shalt die shaking. Thou dastard cur! Thou hast burned my timbered house, but hark: Her ne scealt thu timbrien. May thy blood turn to fire and thy bed become burning straw! May the devil tear thy soul as thou hast broken my roof! Aroint thee, witch-burner!
