Rufa of Bononia blows Rufulus, she the wife of Menenius. Often you have seen her among the tombs, snatching her meal from the funeral pyre. When she chases after the bread which has rolled from the fire, she is buffeted by the half-shaven cremator.

Did a lioness of the Libyan mountains beget you, or Scylla yelping from her lowmost groin with mind so harsh and loathsome, that you have contempt for a suppliant's voice in his last calamity? ah, heart overgreatly cruel.