1(Stab) Haec ego ut accepi, sudore frigido miser perfluo tremore viscera quatior, ut grabatulus etiam succussu meo inquietus super dorsum meum palpitando saltaret.
When I heard these things, miserable I began to shake , flowing with a cold sweat, trembling with respect to my insides, even my cot on my back began to dance with my shaking.
2(Stab) At bona Panthia ' Quin igitur' inquit ' Soror, hunc primum bacchatim discerpimus vel membris eius destinatis virilia desecamus?'
And good Panthia said, "why not grab him first, sister, and like the Bacchae tear him limb from limb, or cut off his genitals with his limbs tied up."
3(Stab) Ad haec Meroe (sic enim reapse nomen eius tunc fabulis Socratis convenire sentiebam) 'Immo' ait 'Supersit hic saltem, qui miselli huius corpus parva contumulet humo,'
To this Meroe said (for I also realized that her name fit with the tales of Socrates) "No, let this one live at least to cover this one's wretched corpse with a little dirt"
4(Stab) et capite Socratis in alterum dimoto latus per iugulum sinistrum capulo tenus gladium totum et demergit, et sanguinis eruptionem utriculo admoto excipit diligenter, ut nulla stilla compareret usquam: haec ego meis oculis aspexi.
and with Socrates' head having been turned to its side she buried her sword entirely up to the hilt into the left side of his neck, and Meroe catches the eruption of blood diligently in a small wineskin having been brought up to it so that no drop appeared anywhere: I saw these things with my own eyes.
5(Stab) Nam etiam, ne quid demutaret, credo, a victimae religione, immissa dextera per vulnus illud ad viscera penitus, cor miseri contubernalis mei Meroe bona scrutata protulit
Next, so as not to deviate from the sacrificial rite, I believe, with her hand having been inserted through the wound to his insides, good Meroe felt for the heart of my miserable comrade and pulled it out
6(Stab) cum ille impetu teli praesecata gula vocem, immo stridorem incertum per vulnus effundere: et spiritum rebulliret.
with this, a voice poured out from the throat which had been cut by the previous attack, or at least an uncertain gurgle, and he bubbled back his breath
7(Stab) Quod vulnus qua maximi; patebat spongia offulciens Panthia 'heus tu' inquit ' Spongia, cave in mari nata per fluvium transeas.'
This wound at it's widest opening, Panthia stopped the bleeding with a sponge, saying "Ho!, you sponge, born in the sea, take care that you travel back to the river."
8(Stab) His editis abeunt: remoto grabatulo varicus super faciem meam residentes vesicam exonerant, quoad me urinae spurcissimae madore perluerent.
With this message pronounced they abandoned him, removed my bed, squatted above my face with their feet spread and discharged their bladders until i was drenched in the foulest urine.
9(Beaver) Amatorem suum, quod in aliam temerasset, unico verbo mutavit in feram castorem, quod ea bestia captivitati metuens ab insequentibus se praecisione genitalium liberat, ut illi quoque simile, quod venerem habuit in aliam, proveniret.
She changed one of her lovers, who was lying with another, with one word into a wild beaver which is a beast that, fearing capure, frees itself by gnawing off it's genitals to escape, so that a similar thing might happen to him, because he had love with another.
10Infit illa cum gladio, "hic est, Soror Panthia, carus Endymion, hic Catamitus meus, qui diebus ac noctibus illusit aetatulam meam: hic, qui meis amoribus subterhabitis non solum me diffamat probris, verum etiam fugam instruit.
The woman with the sword spoke, "Panthia, this is my dear Endymion, my Ganymede, who played with my youth day and night, this man, who having not only disdained my love disgracefully, but indeed planned to escape.
11At ego scilicet Ulixi astu deserta vice Calypsonis aeternam solitudinem flebo. Et porrecta dextera meque, Panthiae suae demonstrato, "at hic bonus" inquit "Consiliator Aristomenes, qui fugae huius auctor fuit
And I will cry having been abandoned as Calypso was by the cunning of Ulysses in eternal solitude. And with her right hand having been outstretched, pointed me out to her sister Panthia, "and this is," she said, "good Councilor Aristomenes, who was the author of this escape.
12Et nunc moerti proximus iam humi prostratus grabatulo succubans iacet. et haec omnia conspicit, impune se laturum meas contumelias putat. Faxo cum sero, immo statum, immo vero iam nunc ut et praecedentis dicaeitatis et instantis curiositatis paeniteat.
and now lies close to death, prostrated, lying underneath the bed, watching all of this, thinking that he will bear my abuses without punishment. I will see that he regrets his previous blabbering and present nosiness later... no, much sooner!... no, right now!