Thou clodpate and cumberworld! By the bones and blood of the gods, thou hast falsely brought this ruin upon mine house! Thou hast stolen the gold that was mine, and laid thy treason at my feet before the king! Mark me well: I swear that no sorcery I possess shall be spared in thy undoing. May thy ill-gotten coin turn to boiling lead in thy pouches, and may thy name be struck from the king's grace to dwell forever as an outcast caput lupinum. Suffer now the knowledge now thou dastard, thou fustilarian--shalt meet thy reckoning, for the heavens themselves curse thee!
