Apuleius

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.

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."

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"

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.

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

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

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!