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Here come the Spartan envoys with long, worried beards.
Hail, Spartans how do you fare?
Did anything new arise?
No need for a clutter o' words. Do ye see our condition?
The situation swells to greater tension.
Something will explode soon.
It's awfu' truly.
But come, let us wi' the best speed we may
Scribble a Peace.
I notice that our men
Like wrestlers poised for contest, hold their clothes
Out from their bellies. An athlete's malady!
Since exercise alone can bring relief.
Can anyone tell us where Lysistrata is?
There is no need to describe our men's condition,
It shows up plainly enough.
It's the same disease.
Do you feel a jerking throbbing in the morning?
By Zeus, yes! In these straits, I'm racked all through.
Unless Peace is soon declared, we shall be driven
In the void of women to try Cleisthenes.
Be wise and cover those things with your tunics.
Who knows what kind of person may perceive you?
By Zeus, you're right.
By the Twa Goddesses,
Indeed ye are. Let's put our tunics on.
Hail O my fellow-sufferers, hail Spartans.
O hinnie darling, what a waefu' thing!
If they had seen us wi' our lunging waddies!
Tell us then, Spartans, what has brought you here?
We come to treat o' Peace.
Well spoken there!
And we the same. Let us callout Lysistrata
Since she alone can settle the Peace-terms.
Callout Lysistratus too if ye don't mind.
No indeed. She hears your voices and she comes.
Enter LYSISTRATA Hail, Wonder of all women! Now you must be in turn
Hard, shifting, clear, deceitful, noble, crafty, sweet, and stern.
The foremost men of Hellas, smitten by your fascination,
Have brought their tangled quarrels here for your sole arbitration.