Ottavia.
His left hand was laid on my bosom (I am stating how the thing was done), he easily overcame all my efforts; he next slipped his right hand under my petticoat. I blush, I blush to tell it.
Tullia.
Lay aside that ridiculous modesty; fancy thou art relating to thyself what thou art telling me.
Ottavia.
Having speedily lifted my petticoat above my knees, he handled my thighs. Oh! hadst thou beheld his sparkling eyes!
Tullia.
So thou wast happy then!
Ottavia.
Having carried his hand higher, he invaded that place which, they say, distinguisheth us from the other sex; ay, it is now a year ago, and ever since a lot of blood doth run from me every month during several days.