… these theeves had built an altar of clay, and digged a sepulchre, two of them led a virgin bound toward the altar, whom because they were in armour I knew not, but the virgin I discerned to bee Leucippe; they poured oyle on her head, and omitted not any ceremony; while an Aegyptian Priest sung an hymne, for so I ghest by his making of faces and wry mouthes: immediately a watch-word was given, and each man stood a pretty distance from the altar, then one of those which led her made her fast to a stake (like Marsyas whom the potters frame in clay bound to a tree) who stabbing her in the breast ript her downewards till hee came to the paunch, so that her entrailes started out, which they snatching up, speedily threw upon the altar, and when they had boiled them, cut them in peeces, and eate them up, dividing to each man a share.

When the souldiers and Captaine saw this, they could not chuse but cry out at the horridnesse of the fact, but I was amazed and astonisht at it, for the unusuall greatnesse of the wickednesse had quite bereft me of sense, which made me give more credit to that tale of Niobe, who conceiving some extraordinary griefe for the death of her children, gave occasion to the fable. After this part of the tragedy was acted (as it seemed to me to be) having laid her in the sepulchre, and covered her with earth, they pull’d downe the altar, and departed, never looking backe againe on the place.