They all enter the house of Demos.
Chorus
singing
What fitter theme for our Muse,
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at the close as at the beginning of our work, than this, to sing the hero who drives his swift steeds down the arena? Why afflict Lysistratus with our satires on his poverty, and Thumantis, who has not so much as a lodging? He is dying of hunger and can be seen at Delphi, his face bathed in tears,
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clinging to your quiver, oh, Apollo! and supplicating you to take him out of his misery.