There are cures for all the past wrongs done, no way to make them worse, not now.
. . . you destroyed my life! You made me brother to this, this misery—you rooted me out—thanks to you I wander, a vagabond, abandoned, begging my daily bread from strangers through the world.
Die! Die by your own blood brother’s hand—die!—killing the very man who drove you out! So I curse your life out!