I see Clinarete coming too, along with Sostrate and their next-door neighbor Philaenete.
To the women that are just arriving; in a loud voice.
Hurry yourselves then, for Glyce has sworn that the last comer
shall forfeit three measures of wine and a choenix of pease.
Don't you see Melistice, the wife of Smicythion, hurrying hither in her big shoes?
I think she is the only one of us all who has had no trouble in getting rid of her husband.
And can't you see Geusistrate, the tavern-keeper's wife,
with a lamp in her hand?
And the wives of Philodoretus and Chaeretades, and a great many others; all the useful people in the city, in fact.
Oh! my dear, I have had such trouble
in getting away! My husband ate such a surfeit of sprats last evening that he was coughing and choking the whole night long.
Take your seats, and, since you are all gathered here at last, let us see if what we decided on at the feast of the Scirophoria has been duly done.
Yes. Firstly, as agreed, I have let the hair under my armpits grow thicker than a bush; furthermore, whilst my husband was at the Assembly, I rubbed myself from head to foot with oil and then stood the whole day long in the sun.
So did I. I began by throwing away my razor, so that I might get quite hairy, and no longer resemble a woman.
Have you the beards that we had all to get ourselves for the Assembly?
Yea, by Hecate! Is this not a fine one?
Aye, much finer even than the one Epicrates has.
To the other women.
Yes, yes; look, they all nod assent.
I see that you have got all the rest too, Spartan shoes, staffs and men's cloaks, as it was arranged.
I have brought Lamias' club, which I stole from him while he slept.
What, the club that makes him fart with its weight?
By Zeus the Deliverer,
if he had the skin of Argus, he would know better than any other how to shepherd the popular herd. But come, let us finish what has yet to be done, while the stars are still shining; the Assembly, at which
we mean to be present, will open at dawn.