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MAGISTRATE enters with attendant SCYTHIANS. MAGISTRATE Have the luxurious rites of the women glittered Their libertine show, their drumming tapped out crowds, The Sabazian Mysteries summoned their mob, Adonis been wept to death on the terraces, As I could hear the last day in the Assembly? For Demostratus—let bad luck befoul him— Was roaring, “We must sail for Sicily,” While a woman, throwing herself about in a dance Lopsided with drink, was shrilling out “Adonis, Woe for Adonis.” Then Demostratus shouted, “We must levy hoplites at Zacynthus,” And there the woman, up to the ears in wine, Was screaming “Weep for Adonis” on the house-top, The scoundrelly politician, that lunatic ox, Bellowing bad advice through tipsy shrieks: Such are the follies wantoning in them. MEN O if you knew their full effronery! All of the insults they've done, besides sousing us With water from their pots to our public disgrace For we stand here wringing our clothes like grown-up infants.