if you ever need to royally screw someone over, stand in a theater and recite this curse
Oh may you be usurped as Prospero, your title and you joy untimely ripped as fair Macduff was from his mother’s womb. And with your values like Antonio, your actions there within will not be his. Instead, feel misery as Shylock did endure and suffer at vile Anton’s hands. One day I’ll hear you shout, “Oh lord, why me? Hell is empty and all the devils’re here!” What god will answer to a liar and a thief? You egg, now suffer like the oth’rs. You are a plague upon the earth, so now disease rid’n be! Vile worm! The Wives of Winds’r take up the cry as well. From Rome, they shout: “Villain, I have done they mother.” and then, “You worse than senseless things!” Bloody, baudy villain! Remorseless, you treacherous lecherous kindless villain! We curse, we spit, we scoff at thee! Vipers are your brains and values. You insult our brother. Trag’dy, com’dy, hist’ry, we tell our tales alone, but stand together now when one of us be injured, our wrath we will proclaim. Gird they loins, you dem’n scum. We grant you bloody, luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, sudden, malicious, smacking of ev’ry sin with name. Nevermore be in good health for canon speaks the curse: Macbeth