The Count, after he was in Bed, being inspir'd with Love, began the
amorous Adventure with _Isabella_, before he had thoroughly examin'd the
Secrets of Nature; and after a short Space, finding an Uneasiness in his
amorous Struggles, he put down his Hand to discover what it was, and
feeling something like the Testicles of a Man, he rose from her in the
greatest Confusion, and calling to his Servant for a Candle, in his
passion he pull'd out a sharp Pen-knife and cut off the external Members
of _Isabella_, highly resenting the Affront, and very much displeas'd
with himself, that he should embrace a Monster. _Isabella_ made a
hideous Outcry, which disturb'd the whole Neighbourhood, but the Count
sending for an experienc'd Surgeon, to prevent the Effusion of too great
a Quantity of Blood, it issuing out with great violence, kept her at his
House all Night, and sent her the next Morning in a Chair to her
Companion.
_Isabella_ was a considerable Time before she recover'd of this great
Wound, but at length growing well, and _Diana_ having very much suffer'd
by her extravagant Frolicks, they liv'd together as Man and Wife (being
now better qualified for it) a considerable Space, 'till on a Time they
had a very great Quarrel, which occasion'd a Separation; and _Diana_
reviving her former Diversions, met at last with the same Fate as
_Isabella_, her masculine Instrument being likewise sever'd from her
Privities, after which, both of them liv'd to be harmless old Women.
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