It fell out that Chiomara, the wife of Ortiagon, was taken captive with
other women, in the time when the Romans under Cneus Manlius overcame
the Galatians of Asia in battle. The centurion that took her made
use of his fortune soldier-like and defiled her; for he was, as to
voluptuousness and covetousness, an ill-bred and insatiable man, over
whom avarice had gotten an absolute conquest. A great quantity of gold
being promised by the woman for her ransom, in order to her redemption
he brought her to a certain bank of a river. As the Galatians passed
over and paid him the money in gold, and received Chiomara into their
possession, she gave an intimation of her pleasure to one of them by
nod,—to smite the Roman while he was kissing and taking his leave of
her. He obeyed her commands and cut off his head. She takes it, wraps
it up in her apron, and carries it with her; and as she comes to her
husband, she casts down the head before him, at which being startled he
said, O wife! thy fidelity is noble. Yea, verily, replied she, it is a
nobler thing that there is now but one man alive that hath ever lain
with me. Polybius saith that he discoursed with this woman at Sardis,
and admired her prudence and discretion.