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LYSISTRATA appears. LYSISTRATA
Hollo there, hasten hither to me
Skip fast along.
What is this? Why the noise?
A man, a man! I spy a frenzied man!
He carries Love upon him like a staff.
O Lady of Cyprus, and Cythera, and Paphos,
I beseech you, keep our minds and hands to the oath.
Where is he, whoever he is?
By the Temple of Chloe.
Yes, now I see him. but who can he be?
Look at him. Does anyone recognise his face?
I do. He is my husband, Cinesias.
You know how to work. Play with him, lead him on,
Seduce him to the cozening-point—kiss him, kiss him,
Then slip your mouth aside just as he's sure of it,
Ungirdle every caress his mouth feels at
Save that the oath upon the bowl has locked.
You can rely on me.
I'll stay here to help
In working up his ardor to its height
Of vain magnificence.... The rest to their quarters.
Enter CINESIAS. Who is this that stands within our lines?
Too much a man!
Then be off at once.
Who are you that thus eject me?
Guard for the day.
By all the gods, then call Myrrhine hither.
So, call Myrrhine hither! Who are you?
I am her husband Cinesias, son of Anthros.
Welcome, dear friend! That glorious name of yours
Is quite familiar in our ranks. Your wife
Continually has it in her mouth.
She cannot touch an apple or an egg
But she must say, “This to Cinesias!”
O is that true?
By Aphrodite, it is.
If the conversation strikes on men, your wife
Cuts in with, “All are boobies by Cinesias.”
Then call her here.
And what am I to get?
This, if you want it.... See, what I have here.
But not to take away.
Then I'll call her.
Be quick, be quick. All grace is wiped from life
Since she went away. O sad, sad am I
When there I enter on that loneliness,
And wine is unvintaged of the sun's flavour.
And food is tasteless. But I've put on weight.