ABSTRACT

I cut their Throats, my Daughter held the Pan Betwixt her Stumps, 1 wherein the Blood it ran. And then I ground their Bones to Powder small, And made a Pasty for Pies straight therewithal. 2

Then with their Flesh I made two mighty Pies, And at a Banquet serv'd in stately wise; Before the Empress set this Loathsome Meat, So of her Sons own Flesh she well did eat.3