At bona Panthia Quin igitur, inquit soror, hunc primum bacchatim discerpimus vel membris eius destinatis virilia desecamus? Ad haec Meroe'sic enim reapse nomen eius tunc fabulis Socratis convenire sentiebam'Immo ait supersit hic saltem qui miselli huius corpus parvo contumulet humo.
Well then, sister, replied the gentle Panthia, why not take him first and tear him limb from limb in a Bacchic frenzy, or at least tie him up and cut off his genitals? Meroe'since I perceived that her name in fact matched Socrates stories'answered her. No, she said, let him at least survive to bury this poor wretchs corpse with a little earth.
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