"Procne seized and dragged the frightened boy to a most lonely section of the house; ... But Philomela cut through his tender throat. Then they together, mangled his remains, still quivering with the remnant of his life, and boiled a part of him in steaming pots, that bubbled over with the dead child's blood, and roasted other parts on hissing spits. And, after all was ready, Procne bade her husband, Tereus, to the loathsome feast.... Tereus, majestic on his ancient throne high in imagined state, devoured his son, and gorged himself with flesh of his own flesh – and in his rage of gluttony called out for Itys to attend and share the feast!"