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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Lysistrata + +Author: Aristophanes + +Commentator: Jack Lindsay + +Illustrator: Norman Lindsay + +Release Date: April 6, 2008 [EBook #7700] +Last Updated: October 24, 2012 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LYSISTRATA *** + + + + +Produced by Ted Garvin, David Widger and the Distributed +Proofreaders Team + + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + LYSISTRATA + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h3> + Translated from the Greek of + </h3> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + ARISTOPHANES + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h3> + Illustrations by Norman Lindsay + </h3> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image015.png (163K)" src="images/015.png" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + <br /> FOREWORD + </p> + <p> + <i>Lysistrata</i> is the greatest work by Aristophanes. This blank and + rash statement is made that it may be rejected. But first let it be + understood that I do not mean it is a better written work than the <i>Birds</i> + or the <i>Frogs</i>, or that (to descend to the scale of values that will + be naturally imputed to me) it has any more appeal to the collectors of + "curious literature" than the <i>Ecclesiazusae</i> or the <i>Thesmophoriazusae</i>. + On the mere grounds of taste I can see an at least equally good case made + out for the <i>Birds</i>. That brightly plumaged fantasy has an aerial wit + and colour all its own. But there are certain works in which a man finds + himself at an angle of vision where there is an especially felicitous + union of the aesthetic and emotional elements which constitute the basic + qualities of his uniqueness. We recognize these works as being welded into + a strange unity, as having a homogeneous texture of ecstasy over them that + surpasses any aesthetic surface of harmonic colour, though that harmony + also is understood by the deeper welling of imagery from the core of + creative exaltation. And I think that this occurs in <i>Lysistrata</i>. + The intellectual and spiritual tendrils of the poem are more truly + interwoven, the operation of their centres more nearly unified; and so the + work goes deeper into life. It is his greatest play because of this, + because it holds an intimate perfume of femininity and gives the finest + sense of the charm of a cluster of girls, the sweet sense of their + chatter, and the contact of their bodies, that is to be found before + Shakespeare, because that mocking gaiety we call Aristophanies reaches + here its most positive acclamation of life, vitalizing sex with a deep + delight, a rare happiness of the spirit. + </p> + <p> + Indeed it is precisely for these reasons that it is <i>not</i> considered + Aristophanes' greatest play. + </p> + <p> + To take a case which is sufficiently near to the point in question, to + make clear what I mean: the supremacy of <i>Antony and Cleopatra</i> in + the Shakespearean aesthetic is yet jealously disputed, and it seems silly + to the academic to put it up against a work like <i>Hamlet</i>. But it is + the comparatively more obvious achievement of <i>Hamlet</i>, its surface + intellectuality, which made it the favourite of actors and critics. It is + much more difficult to realize the complex and delicately passionate edge + of the former play's rhythm, its tides of hugely wandering emotion, the + restless, proud, gay, and agonized reaction from life, of the blood, of + the mind, of the heart, which is its unity, than to follow the relatively + straightforward definition of Hamlet's nerves. Not that anything + derogatory to <i>Hamlet</i> or the <i>Birds</i> is intended; but the value + of such works is not enhanced by forcing them into contrast with other + works which cover deeper and wider nexus of aesthetic and spiritual + material. It is the very subtlety of the vitality of such works as <i>Antony + and Cleopatra</i> and <i>Lysistrata</i> that makes it so easy to + undervalue them, to see only a phallic play and political pamphlet in one, + only a chronicle play in a grandiose method in the other. For we have to + be in a highly sensitized condition before we can get to that subtle point + where life and the image mix, and so really perceive the work at all; + whereas we can command the response to a lesser work which does not call + so finely on the full breadth and depth of our spiritual resources. + </p> + <p> + I amuse myself at times with the fancy that Homer, Sappho, and + Aristophanes are the inviolable Trinity of poetry, even to the extent of + being reducible to One. For the fiery and lucid directness of Sappho, if + her note of personal lyricism is abstracted, is seen to be an element of + Homer, as is the profoundly balanced humour of Aristophanes, at once + tenderly human and cruelly hard, as of a god to whom all sympathies and + tolerances are known, but who is invulnerable somewhere, who sees from a + point in space where the pressure of earth's fear and pain, and so its + pity, is lifted. It is here that the Shakespearean and Homeric worlds + impinge and merge, not to be separated by any academic classifications. + They meet in this sensitivity equally involved and aloof, sympathetic and + arrogant, suffering and joyous; and in this relation we see Aristophanes + as the forerunner of Shakespeare, his only one. We see also that the whole + present aesthetic of earth is based in Homer. We live and grow in the + world of consciousness bequeathed to us by him; and if we grow beyond it + through deeper Shakespearean ardours, it is because those beyond are + rooted in the broad basis of the Homeric imagination. To shift that basis + is to find the marshes of primitive night and fear alone beneath the feet: + Christianity. + </p> + <p> + And here we return to the question of the immorality of <i>Lysistrata</i>. + First we may inquire: is it possible for a man whose work has so + tremendous a significance in the spiritual development of mankind--and I + do not think anyone nowadays doubts that a work of art is the sole + stabilizing force that exists for life--is it possible for a man who + stands so grandly at head of an immense stream of liberating effort to + write an immoral work? Surely the only enduring moral virtue which can be + claimed is for that which moves to more power, beauty and delight in the + future? The plea that the question of changing customs arises is not + valid, for customs ratified by Aristophanes, by Rabelais, by Shakespeare, + have no right to change. If they have changed, let us try immediately to + return from our disgraceful refinements to the nobler and more rarefied + heights of lyric laughter, tragic intensity, and wit, for we cannot have + the first two without the last. And anyhow, how can a social custom claim + precedence over the undying material of the senses and the emotions of + man, over the very generating forces of life? + </p> + <p> + How could the humanistic emotions, such as pity, justice, sympathy, exist + save as pacifistic quietings of the desire to slay, to hurt, to torment. + Where the desire to hurt is gone pity ceases to be a significant, a + central emotion. It must of course continue to exist, but it is displaced + in the spiritual hierarchy; and all that moves courageously, desirously, + and vitally into the action of life takes on a deeper and subtler + intention. Lust, then, which on the lower plane was something to be very + frightened of, becomes a symbol of the highest spirituality. It is right + for Paul to be terrified of sex and so to hate it, because he has so + freshly escaped a bestial condition of life that it threatens to plunge + him back if he listens to one whisper But it is also right for a + Shakespeare to suck every drop of desire from life, for he is building + into a higher condition, one self-willed, self- responsible, the + discipline of which comes from joy, not fear. + </p> + <p> + Sex, therefore, is an animal function, one admits, one insists; it may be + only that. But also in the bewildering and humorous and tragic duality of + all life's energies, it is the bridge to every eternity which is not + merely a spectral condition of earth disembowelled of its lusts. For sex + holds the substance of the image. But we must remember with Heine that + Aristophanes is the God of this ironic earth, and that all argument is + apparently vitiated from the start by the simple fact that Wagner and a + rooster are given an analogous method of making love. And therefore it + seems impeccable logic to say that all that is most unlike the rooster is + the most spiritual part of love. All will agree on that, schisms only + arise when one tries to decide what does go farthest from the bird's + automatic mechanism. Certainly not a Dante-Beatrice affair which is only + the negation of the rooster in terms of the swooning bombast of + adolescence, the first onslaught of a force which the sufferer cannot + control or inhabit with all the potentialities of his body and soul. But + the rooster is troubled by no dreams of a divine orgy, no carnival-loves + like Beethoven's <i>Fourth Symphony</i>, no heroic and shining lust + gathering and swinging into a merry embrace like the third act of <i>Siegfried</i>. + It is desire in this sense that goes farthest from the animal. + </p> + <p> + Consciously, no one can achieve the act of love on earth as a completed + thing of grace, with whatever delirium of delight, with whatever ingenious + preciosity, we go through its process. Only as an image of beauty mated in + some strange hermaphroditic ecstasy is that possible. I mean only as a + dream projected into a hypothetical, a real heaven. But on earth we cannot + complete the cycle in consciousness that would give us the freedom of an + image in which two identities mysteriously realize their separate unities + by the absorption of a third thing, the constructive rhythm of a work of + art. It is thus that Tristan and Isolde become wholly distinct + individuals, yet wholly submerged in the unity that is Wagner; and so + reconcile life's duality by balancing its opposing laughters in a definite + form--thereby sending out into life a profounder duality than existed + before. A Platonic equipoise, Nietzsche's Eternal Recurrence--the only + real philosophic problem, therefore one of which these two philosophers + alone are aware. + </p> + <p> + But though Wagner with Mathilde Wesendonck in his arms was Tristan in the + arms of Isolde, he did not find a melody instead of a kiss on his lips; he + did not find a progression of harmonies melting through the contours of a + warm beauty with a blur of desperate ecstasies, semitones of desire, he + found only the anxious happiness of any other lover. Nevertheless, he was + gathering the substance of the second act of <i>Tristan und Isolde</i>. + And it is this that Plato means when he says that fornication is something + immortal in mortality. He does not mean that the act itself is a godlike + thing, a claim which any bedroom mirror would quickly deride. He means + that it is a symbol, an essential condition, and a part of something that + goes deeper into life than any geometry of earth's absurd, passionate, + futile, and very necessary antics would suggest. + </p> + <p> + It is a universal fallacy that because works like the comedies of + Aristophanes discuss certain social or ethical problems, they are inspired + by them. Aristophanes wrote to express his vision on life, his delight in + life itself seen behind the warping screen of contemporary event; and for + his purposes anything from Euripides to Cleon served as ground work. Not + that he would think in those terms, naturally: but the rationalizing + process that goes on in consciousness during the creation of a work of + art, for all its appearance of directing matters, is the merest + weathercock in the wind of the subconscious intention. As an example of + how utterly it is possible to misunderstand the springs of inspiration in + a poem, we may take the following remark of B. B. Rogers: <i>It is much to + be regretted that the phallus element should be so conspicuous in this + play.... (This) coarseness, so repulsive to ourselves, was introduced, it + is impossible to doubt, for the express purpose of counter-balancing the + extreme earnestness and gravity of the play</i>. It seems so logical, so + irrefutable; and so completely misinterprets every creative force of + Aristophanes' Psyche that it certainly deserves a little admiration. It is + in the best academic tradition, and everyone respects a man for writing so + mendaciously. The effort of these castrators is always to show that the + parts considered offensive are not the natural expression of the poet, + that they are dictated externally. They argue that Shakespeare's + coarseness is the result of the age and not personal predilection, + completely ignoring the work of men like Sir Philip Sidney and Spenser, + indeed practically all the pre-Shakespearean writers, in whom none of this + so-called grossness exists. Shakespeare wrote sculduddery because he liked + it, and for no other reason; his sensuality is the measure of his + vitality. These liars pretend similarly that because Rabelais had a + humanistic reason for much of his work--the destructior Mediaevalism, and + the Church, which purpose they construe of course as an effort to purify, + etc.--therefore he only put the lewdery to make the rest palatable, when + it should be obvious even to an academic how he glories in his wild + humour. + </p> + <p> + What the academic cannot understand is that in such works, while attacking + certain conditions, the creative power of the vigorous spirits is so great + that it overflows and saturates the intellectual conception with their own + passionate sense of life. It is for this reason that these works have an + eternal significance. If Rabelais were merely a social reformer, then the + value of his work would not have outlived his generation. If <i>Lysistrata</i> + were but a wise political tract, it would have merely an historical + interest, and it would have ceased spiritually at 404 B.C. + </p> + <p> + But Panurge is as fantastic and fascinating a character now as he was 300 + years ago, Lysistrata and her girls as freshly bodied as any girl kissed + to-day. Therefore the serious part of the play is that which deals with + them, the frivolous part that in which Rogers detects gravity and + earnestness. + </p> + <p> + Aristophanes is the lord of all who take life as a gay adventure, who defy + all efforts to turn life into a social, economic, or moral abstraction. Is + it therefore just that the critics who, by some dark instinct, unerringly + pick out the exact opposite of any creator's real virtues as his chief + characteristics, should praise him as an idealistic reformer? An "ideal" + state of society was the last thing Aristophanes desired. He wished, + certainly, to eliminate inhumanities and baseness; but only that there + might be free play for laughter, for individual happiness. + </p> + <p> + Consequently the critics lay the emphasis on the effort to cleanse + society, not the method of laughter. Aristophanes wished to destroy Cleon + because that demagogue failed to realize the poet's conception of + dignified government and tended to upset the stability of Hellas. But it + was the stability of life, the vindication of all individual freedoms, in + which he was ultimately interested. + </p> + <p> + JACK LINDSAY. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image001.png (50K)" src="images/001.png" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + LYSISTRATA + </h2> + <h3> + The Persons of the drama. + </h3> + <table summary=""> + <tr> + <td> + LYSISTRATA<br /> CALONICE<br /> MYRRHINE<br /> LAMPITO<br /> Stratyllis, + etc.<br /> Chorus of Women.<br /> MAGISTRATE<br /> CINESIAS<br /> SPARTAN + HERALD<br /> ENVOYS<br /> ATHENIANS<br /> Porter, Market Idlers, etc.<br /> + Chorus of old Men. + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA <i>stands alone with the Propylaea at her back.</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + If they were trysting for a Bacchanal,<br /> A feast of Pan or Colias or + Genetyllis,<br /> The tambourines would block the rowdy streets,<br /> But + now there's not a woman to be seen<br /> Except--ah, yes--this neighbour of + mine yonder. + </p> + <p> + <i>Enter</i> CALONICE. + </p> + <p> + Good day Calonice. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + Good day Lysistrata.<br /> But what has vexed you so? Tell me, child.<br /> + What are these black looks for? It doesn't suit you<br /> To knit your + eyebrows up glumly like that. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Calonice, it's more than I can bear,<br /> I am hot all over with blushes + for our sex.<br /> Men say we're slippery rogues-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + And aren't they right? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Yet summoned on the most tremendous business<br /> For deliberation, still + they snuggle in bed. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + My dear, they'll come. It's hard for women, you know,<br /> To get away. + There's so much to do;<br /> Husbands to be patted and put in good tempers:<br /> + Servants to be poked out: children washed<br /> Or soothed with lullays or + fed with mouthfuls of pap. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + But I tell you, here's a far more weighty object. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + What is it all about, dear Lysistrata,<br /> That you've called the women + hither in a troop?<br /> What kind of an object is it? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + A tremendous thing! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + And long? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Indeed, it may be very lengthy. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + Then why aren't they here? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + No man's connected with it;<br /> If that was the case, they'd soon come + fluttering along.<br /> No, no. It concerns an object I've felt over<br /> + And turned this way and that for sleepless nights. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + It must be fine to stand such long attention. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + So fine it comes to this--Greece saved by Woman! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + By Woman? Wretched thing, I'm sorry for it. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Our country's fate is henceforth in our hands:<br /> To destroy the + Peloponnesians root and branch-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + What could be nobler! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Wipe out the Boeotians-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + Not utterly. Have mercy on the eels!<br /> [Footnote: The Boeotian eels + were highly esteemed delicacies in Athens.] + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + But with regard to Athens, note I'm careful<br /> Not to say any of these + nasty things;<br /> Still, thought is free.... But if the women join us<br /> + From Peloponnesus and Boeotia, then<br /> Hand in hand we'll rescue Greece. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + How could we do<br /> Such a big wise deed? We women who dwell<br /> Quietly + adorning ourselves in a back-room<br /> With gowns of lucid gold and gawdy + toilets<br /> Of stately silk and dainty little slippers.... + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + These are the very armaments of the rescue.<br /> These crocus-gowns, this + outlay of the best myrrh,<br /> Slippers, cosmetics dusting beauty, and + robes<br /> With rippling creases of light. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + Yes, but how? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + No man will lift a lance against another-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + I'll run to have my tunic dyed crocus. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Or take a shield-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + I'll get a stately gown. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Or unscabbard a sword-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + Let me buy a pair of slipper. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Now, tell me, are the women right to lag? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + They should have turned birds, they should have grown<br /> wings and + flown. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + My friend, you'll see that they are true Athenians:<br /> Always too late. + Why, there's not a woman<br /> From the shoreward demes arrived, not one + from Salamis. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + I know for certain they awoke at dawn,<br /> And got their husbands up if + not their boat sails. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + And I'd have staked my life the Acharnian dames<br /> Would be here first, + yet they haven't come either! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + Well anyhow there is Theagenes' wife<br /> We can expect--she consulted + Hecate.<br /> But look, here are some at last, and more behind them.<br /> + See ... where are they from? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + From Anagyra they come. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Yes, they generally manage to come first. + </p> + <p> + <i>Enter</i> MYRRHINE. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Are we late, Lysistrata? ... What is that?<br /> Nothing to say? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + I've not much to say for you,<br /> Myrrhine, dawdling on so vast an + affair. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + I couldn't find my girdle in the dark.<br /> But if the affair's so + wonderful, tell us, what is it? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + No, let us stay a little longer till<br /> The Peloponnesian girls and the + girls of Bocotia<br /> Are here to listen. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + That's the best advice.<br /> Ah, there comes Lampito. + </p> + <p> + <i>Enter</i> LAMPITO. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Welcome Lampito!<br /> Dear Spartan girl with a delightful face,<br /> + Washed with the rosy spring, how fresh you look<br /> In the easy stride of + your sleek slenderness,<br /> Why you could strangle a bull! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO + </p> + <p> + I think I could.<br /> It's frae exercise and kicking high behint. + </p> + <p> + [Footnote: The translator has put the speech of the Spartan characters<br /> + in Scotch dialect which is related to English about as was the Spartan<br /> + dialect to the speech of Athens. The Spartans, in their character,<br /> + anticipated the shrewd, canny, uncouth Scotch highlander of modern<br /> + times.] + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + What lovely breasts to own! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO + </p> + <p> + Oo ... your fingers<br /> Assess them, ye tickler, wi' such tender chucks<br /> + I feel as if I were an altar-victim. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Who is this youngster? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO + </p> + <p> + A Boeotian lady. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + There never was much undergrowth in Boeotia,<br /> Such a smooth place, and + this girl takes after it. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + Yes, I never saw a skin so primly kept. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + This girl? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO + </p> + <p> + A sonsie open-looking jinker!<br /> She's a Corinthian. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Yes, isn't she<br /> Very open, in some ways particularly. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO + </p> + <p> + But who's garred this Council o' Women to meet here? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + I have. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO + </p> + <p> + Propound then what you want o' us. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + What is the amazing news you have to tell? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + I'll tell you, but first answer one small question. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + As you like. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Are you not sad your children's fathers<br /> Go endlessly off soldiering + afar<br /> In this plodding war? I am willing to wager<br /> There's not one + here whose husband is at home. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + Mine's been in Thrace, keeping an eye on Eucrates<br /> For five months + past. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + And mine left me for Pylos<br /> Seven months ago at least. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO + </p> + <p> + And as for mine<br /> No sooner has he slipped out frae the line<br /> He + straps his shield and he's snickt off again. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + And not the slightest glitter of a lover!<br /> And since the Milesians + betrayed us, I've not seen<br /> The image of a single upright man<br /> To + be a marble consolation to us.<br /> Now will you help me, if I find a + means<br /> To stamp the war out. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + By the two Goddesses, Yes!<br /> I will though I've to pawn this very dress<br /> + And drink the barter-money the same day. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + And I too though I'm split up like a turbot<br /> And half is hackt off as + the price of peace. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO + </p> + <p> + And I too! Why, to get a peep at the shy thing<br /> I'd clamber up to the + tip-top o' Taygetus. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Then I'll expose my mighty mystery.<br /> O women, if we would compel the + men<br /> To bow to Peace, we must refrain-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + From what?<br /> O tell us! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Will you truly do it then? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + We will, we will, if we must die for it. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + We must refrain from every depth of love....<br /> Why do you turn your + backs? Where are you going?<br /> Why do you bite your lips and shake your + heads?<br /> Why are your faces blanched? Why do you weep?<br /> Will you or + won't you, or what do you mean? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + No, I won't do it. Let the war proceed. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + No, I won't do it. Let the war proceed. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + You too, dear turbot, you that said just now<br /> You didn't mind being + split right up in the least? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + Anything else? O bid me walk in fire<br /> But do not rob us of that + darling joy.<br /> What else is like it, dearest Lysistrata? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + And you? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + O please give me the fire instead. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Lewd to the least drop in the tiniest vein,<br /> Our sex is fitly food for + Tragic Poets,<br /> Our whole life's but a pile of kisses and babies.<br /> + But, hardy Spartan, if you join with me<br /> All may be righted yet. O + help me, help me. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO + </p> + <p> + It's a sair, sair thing to ask of us, by the Twa,<br /> A lass to sleep her + lane and never fill<br /> Love's lack except wi' makeshifts.... But let it + be.<br /> Peace maun be thought of first. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + My friend, my friend!<br /> The only one amid this herd of weaklings. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + But if--which heaven forbid--we should refrain<br /> As you would have us, + how is Peace induced? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + By the two Goddesses, now can't you see<br /> All we have to do is idly sit + indoors<br /> With smooth roses powdered on our cheeks,<br /> Our bodies + burning naked through the folds<br /> Of shining Amorgos' silk, and meet + the men<br /> With our dear Venus-plats plucked trim and neat.<br /> Their + stirring love will rise up furiously,<br /> They'll beg our arms to open. + That's our time!<br /> We'll disregard their knocking, beat them off--<br /> + And they will soon be rabid for a Peace.<br /> I'm sure of it. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image021.png (685K)" src="images/021.png" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO + </p> + <p> + Just as + Menelaus, they say,<br /> Seeing the bosom of his naked Helen<br /> Flang + down the sword. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + But + we'll be tearful fools<br /> If our husbands take us at our word and leave + us. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + There's only left then, in Pherecrates' phrase,<br /> <i>To flay a skinned + dog</i>--flay more our flayed desires. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + Bah, proverbs will never warm a celibate.<br /> But what avail will your + scheme be if the men<br /> Drag us for all our kicking on to the couch? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Cling to the doorposts. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + But + if they should force us? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Yield then, but with a sluggish, cold indifference.<br /> There is no joy + to them in sullen mating.<br /> Besides we have other ways to madden them;<br /> + They cannot stand up long, and they've no delight<br /> Unless we fit their + aim with merry succour. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + Well if you must have it so, we'll all agree. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO + </p> + <p> + For us I ha' no doubt. We can persuade<br /> Our men to strike a fair an' + decent Peace,<br /> But how will ye pitch out the battle-frenzy<br /> O' the + Athenian populace? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + I promise you<br /> We'll wither up that curse. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO + </p> + <p> + I don't believe it.<br /> Not while they own ane trireme oared an' rigged,<br /> + Or a' those stacks an' stacks an' stacks O' siller. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + I've thought the whole thing out till there's no flaw.<br /> We shall + surprise the Acropolis today:<br /> That is the duty set the older dames.<br /> + While we sit here talking, they are to go<br /> And under pretence of + sacrificing, seize it. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO + </p> + <p> + Certie, that's fine; all's working for the best. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Now quickly, Lampito, let us tie ourselves<br /> To this high purpose as + tightly as the hemp of words<br /> Can knot together. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO + </p> + <p> + Set out the terms in detail<br /> And we'll a' swear to them. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Of course.... Well then<br /> Where is our Scythianess? Why are you + staring?<br /> First lay the shield, boss downward, on the floor<br /> And + bring the victim's inwards. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CAILONICE + </p> + <p> + But, Lysistrata,<br /> What is this oath that we're to swear? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + What oath!<br /> In Aeschylus they take a slaughtered sheep<br /> And swear + upon a buckler. Why not we? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + O Lysistrata, Peace sworn on a buckler! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + What oath would suit us then? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + Something burden bearing<br /> Would be our best insignia.... A white + horse!<br /> Let's swear upon its entrails. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + A horse indeed! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + Then what will symbolise us? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + This, as I tell you--<br /> First set a great dark bowl upon the ground<br /> + And disembowel a skin of Thasian wine,<br /> Then swear that we'll not add + a drop of water. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO<br /> Ah, what aith could clink pleasanter than that! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA<br /> Bring me a bowl then and a skin of wine. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE<br /> My dears, see what a splendid bowl it is;<br /> + I'd not say No if asked to sip it off. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA<br /> Put down the bowl. Lay hands, all, on the + victim.<br /> Skiey Queen who givest the last word in + arguments,<br /> And thee, O Bowl, dear comrade, we beseech:<br /> + Accept our oblation and be propitious to us. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE<br /> What healthy blood, la, how it gushes out! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO<br /> An' what a leesome fragrance through the air. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA<br /> Now, dears, if you will let me, I'll speak + first. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE<br /> Only if you draw the lot, by Aphrodite! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA<br /> SO, grasp the brim, you, Lampito, and all.<br /> + You, Calonice, repeat for the rest<br /> Each word + I say. Then you must all take oath<br /> And pledge your arms + to the same stern conditions-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA<br /> To husband or lover I'll not open arms + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + <i>To husband or lover I'll not open arms</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Though love and denial may enlarge his charms. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + <i>Though love and denial may enlarge his charms.</i><br /> O, O, my knees + are failing me, Lysistrata! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + But still at home, ignoring him, I'll stay, + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + <i>But still at home, ignoring him, I'll stay,</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Beautiful, clad in saffron silks all day. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + <i>Beautiful, clad in saffron silks all day.</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + If then he seizes me by dint of force, + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + <i>If then he seizes me by dint of force,</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + I'll give him reason for a long remorse. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + <i>I'll give him reason for a long remorse.</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + I'll never lie and stare up at the ceiling, + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + <i>I'll never lie and stare up at the ceiling,</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Nor like a lion on all fours go kneeling. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + <i>Nor like a lion on all fours go kneeling.</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + If I keep faith, then bounteous cups be mine. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + <i>If I keep faith, then bounteous cups be mine.</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + If not, to nauseous water change this wine. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE<br /> <i>If not, to nauseous water change this wine.</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Do you all swear to this? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + We do, we do. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Then I shall immolate the victim thus.<br /> <i>She drinks.</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + Here now, share fair, haven't we made a pact?<br /> Let's all quaff down + that friendship in our turn. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO + </p> + <p> + Hark, what caterwauling hubbub's that? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + As I told you,<br /> The women have appropriated the citadel.<br /> So, + Lampito, dash off to your own land<br /> And raise the rebels there. These + will serve as hostages,<br /> While we ourselves take our places in the + ranks<br /> And drive the bolts right home. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image032a (41K)" src="images/032a.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + But won't the men<br /> March straight against us? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + And what if they do?<br /> No threat shall creak our hinges wide, no torch<br /> + Shall light a fear in us; we will come out<br /> To Peace alone. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + That's it, by Aphrodite!<br /> As of old let us seem hard and obdurate. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LAMPITO <i>and some go off; the others go up into the Acropolis.</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image033a (43K)" src="images/033a.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + <i>Chorus of</i> OLD MEN <i>enter to attack the captured Acropolis</i>. + </p> + <p> + Make room, Draces, move ahead; why your shoulder's chafed, I see,<br /> + With lugging uphill these lopped branches of the olive-tree.<br /> How + upside-down and wrong-way-round a long life sees things grow.<br /> Ah, + Strymodorus, who'd have thought affairs could tangle so? + </p> + <p> + The women whom at home we fed,<br /> Like witless fools, with fostering + bread,<br /> Have impiously come to this--<br /> They've stolen the + Acropolis,<br /> With bolts and bars our orders flout<br /> And shut us out. + </p> + <p> + Come, Philurgus, bustle thither; lay our faggots on the ground,<br /> In + neat stacks beleaguering the insurgents all around;<br /> And the vile + conspiratresses, plotters of such mischief dire,<br /> Pile and burn them + all together in one vast and righteous pyre:<br /> Fling with our own hands + Lycon's wife to fry in the thickest fire.<br /> By Demeter, they'll get no + brag while I've a vein to beat!<br /> Cleomenes himself was hurtled out in + sore defeat.<br /> His stiff-backed Spartan pride was bent.<br /> Out, + stripped of all his arms, he went:<br /> A pigmy cloak that would not + stretch<br /> To hide his rump (the draggled wretch),<br /> Six sprouting + years of beard, the spilth<br /> Of six years' filth. + </p> + <p> + That was a siege! Our men were ranged in lines of seventeen deep<br /> + Before the gates, and never left their posts there, even to sleep.<br /> + Shall I not smite the rash presumption then of foes like these,<br /> + Detested both of all the gods and of Euripides--<br /> Else, may the + Marathon-plain not boast my trophied victories! + </p> + <p> + Ah, now, there's but a little space<br /> To reach the place!<br /> A deadly + climb it is, a tricky road<br /> With all this bumping load:<br /> A + pack-ass soon would tire....<br /> How these logs bruise my shoulders! + further still<br /> Jog up the hill,<br /> And puff the fire inside,<br /> Or + just as we reach the top we'll find it's died.<br /> Ough, phew!<br /> I + choke with the smoke. + </p> + <p> + Lord Heracles, how acrid-hot<br /> Out of the pot<br /> This mad-dog smoke + leaps, worrying me<br /> And biting angrily....<br /> 'Tis Lemnian fire that + smokes,<br /> Or else it would not sting my eyelids thus....<br /> Haste, + all of us;<br /> Athene invokes our aid.<br /> Laches, now or never the + assault must be made!<br /> Ough, phew!<br /> I choke with the smoke. .. + </p> + <p> + Thanked be the gods! The fire peeps up and crackles as it should.<br /> Now + why not first slide off our backs these weary loads of wood<br /> And dip a + vine-branch in the brazier till it glows, then straight<br /> Hurl it at + the battering-ram against the stubborn gate?<br /> If they refuse to draw + the bolts in immediate compliance,<br /> We'll set fire to the wood, and + smoke will strangle their defiance. + </p> + <p> + Phew, what a spluttering drench of smoke! Come, now from off my back....<br /> + Is there no Samos-general to help me to unpack?<br /> Ah there, that's + over! For the last time now it's galled my shoulder.<br /> Flare up thine + embers, brazier, and dutifully smoulder,<br /> To kindle a brand, that I + the first may strike the citadel.<br /> Aid me, Lady Victory, that a + triumph-trophy may tell<br /> How we did anciently this insane audacity + quell! + </p> + <p> + <i>Chorus of</i> WOMEN. + </p> + <p> + What's that rising yonder? That ruddy glare, that smoky skurry?<br /> O is + it something in a blaze? Quick, quick, my comrades, hurry!<br /> Nicodice, + helter-skelter!<br /> Or poor Calyce's in flames<br /> And Cratylla's + stifled in the welter.<br /> O these dreadful old men<br /> And their dark + laws of hate!<br /> There, I'm all of a tremble lest I turn out to be too + late.<br /> I could scarcely get near to the spring though I rose before + dawn,<br /> What with tattling of tongues and rattling of pitchers in one + jostling din<br /> With slaves pushing in!.... + </p> + <p> + Still here at last the water's drawn<br /> And with it eagerly I run<br /> + To help those of my friends who stand<br /> In danger of being burned + alive.<br /> For I am told a dribbling band<br /> Of greybeards hobble to + the field,<br /> Great faggots in each palsied hand,<br /> As if a hot bath + to prepare,<br /> And threatening that out they'll drive<br /> These wicked + women or soon leave them charring into ashes<br /> there.<br /> O Goddess, + suffer not, I pray, this harsh deed to be done,<br /> But show us Greece + and Athens with their warlike acts repealed!<br /> For this alone, in this + thy hold,<br /> Thou Goddess with the helm of gold,<br /> We laid hands on + thy sanctuary,<br /> Athene.... Then our ally be<br /> And where they cast + their fires of slaughter<br /> Direct our water! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + STRATYLLIS (<i>caught</i>) + </p> + <p> + Let me go! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + You villainous old men, what's this you do?<br /> No honest man, no pious + man, could do such things as you. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + Ah ha, here's something most original, I have no doubt:<br /> A swarm of + women sentinels to man the walls without. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + So then we scare you, do we? Do we seem a fearful host?<br /> You only see + the smallest fraction mustered at this post. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + Ho, Phaedrias, shall we put a stop to all these chattering tricks?<br /> + Suppose that now upon their backs we splintered these our sticks? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Let us lay down the pitchers, so our bodies will be free,<br /> In + case these lumping fellows try to cause some injury. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + O hit them hard and hit again and hit until they run away,<br /> And + perhaps they'll learn, like Bupalus, not to have too much to say. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Come on, then--do it! I won't budge, but like a dog I'll bite<br /> At + every little scrap of meat that dangles in my sight. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + Be quiet, or I'll bash you out of any years to come. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Now you just touch Stratyllis with the top-joint of your thumb. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + What vengeance can you take if with my fists your face I beat? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + I'll rip you with my teeth and strew your entrails at your feet. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + Now I appreciate Euripides' strange subtlety:<br /> Woman is the most + shameless beast of all the beasts that be. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Rhodippe, come, and let's pick up our water-jars once more. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + Ah cursed drab, what have you brought this water for? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + What is your fire for then, you smelly corpse? Yourself to burn? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + To build a pyre and make your comrades ready for the urn. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + And I've the water to put out your fire immediately. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + What, you put out my fire? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Yes, sirrah, as you soon will see. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + I don't know why I hesitate to roast you with this flame. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + If you have any soap you'll go off cleaner than you came. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + Cleaner, you dirty slut? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + A nuptial-bath in which to lie! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + Did you hear that insolence? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + I'm a free woman, I. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + I'll make you hold your tongue. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image040a (54K)" src="images/040a.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Henceforth you'll serve in no more juries. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + Burn off her hair for her. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Now forward, water, quench their furies! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + O dear, O dear! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + So ... was it hot? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + Hot! ... Enough, O hold. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Watered, perhaps you'll bloom again--why not? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + Brrr, I'm wrinkled up from shivering with cold. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Next time you've fire you'll warm yourself and leave us to our lot. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image041a (38K)" src="images/041a.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE <i>enters with attendant</i> SCYTHIANS. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Have the luxurious rites of the women glittered<br /> Their libertine show, + their drumming tapped out crowds,<br /> The Sabazian Mysteries summoned + their mob,<br /> Adonis been wept to death on the terraces,<br /> As I could + hear the last day in the Assembly?<br /> For Demostratus--let bad luck + befoul him--<br /> Was roaring, "We must sail for Sicily,"<br /> While a + woman, throwing herself about in a dance<br /> Lopsided with drink, was + shrilling out "Adonis,<br /> Woe for Adonis." Then Demostratus shouted,<br /> + "We must levy hoplites at Zacynthus,"<br /> And there the woman, up to the + ears in wine,<br /> Was screaming "Weep for Adonis" on the house-top,<br /> + The scoundrelly politician, that lunatic ox,<br /> Bellowing bad advice + through tipsy shrieks:<br /> Such are the follies wantoning in them. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + O if you knew their full effrontery!<br /> All of the insults they've done, + besides sousing us<br /> With water from their pots to our public disgrace<br /> + For we stand here wringing our clothes like grown-up infants. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + By Poseidon, justly done! For in part with us<br /> The blame must lie for + dissolute behaviour<br /> And for the pampered appetites they learn.<br /> + Thus grows the seedling lust to blossoming:<br /> We go into a shop and + say, "Here, goldsmith,<br /> You remember the necklace that you wrought my + wife;<br /> Well, the other night in fervour of a dance<br /> Her clasp + broke open. Now I'm off for Salamis;<br /> If you've the leisure, would you + go tonight<br /> And stick a bolt-pin into her opened clasp."<br /> Another + goes to a cobbler; a soldierly fellow,<br /> Always standing up erect, and + says to him,<br /> "Cobbler, a sandal-strap of my wife's pinches her,<br /> + Hurts her little toe in a place where she's sensitive.<br /> Come at noon + and see if you can stretch out wider<br /> This thing that troubles her, + loosen its tightness."<br /> And so you view the result. Observe my case--<br /> + I, a magistrate, come here to draw<br /> Money to buy oar-blades, and what + happens?<br /> The women slam the door full in my face.<br /> But standing + still's no use. Bring me a crowbar,<br /> And I'll chastise this their + impertinence.<br /> What do you gape at, wretch, with dazzled eyes?<br /> + Peering for a tavern, I suppose.<br /> Come, force the gates with crowbars, + prise them apart!<br /> I'll prise away myself too.... (LYSISTRATA <i>appears.</i>) + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Stop this banging.<br /> I'm coming of my own accord.... Why bars?<br /> It + is not bars we need but common sense. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Indeed, you slut! Where is the archer now?<br /> Arrest this woman, tie her + hands behind. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + If he brushes me with a finger, by Artemis,<br /> The public menial, he'll + be sorry for it. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Are you afraid? Grab her about the middle.<br /> Two of you then, lay hands + on her and end it. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + By Pandrosos I if your hand touches her<br /> I'll spread you out and + trample on your guts. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + My guts! Where is the other archer gone?<br /> Bind that minx there who + talks so prettily. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + By Phosphor, if your hand moves out her way<br /> You'd better have a + surgeon somewhere handy. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + You too! Where is that archer? Take that woman.<br /> I'll put a stop to + these surprise-parties. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + STRATYLLIS + </p> + <p> + By the Tauric Artemis, one inch nearer<br /> My fingers, and it's a bald + man that'll be yelling. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Tut tut, what's here? Deserted by my archers....<br /> But surely women + never can defeat us;<br /> Close up your ranks, my Scythians. Forward at + them. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image046.jpg (182K)" src="images/046.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + By the Goddesses, you'll find that here await you<br /> Four companies of + most pugnacious women<br /> Armed cap-a-pie from the topmost louring curl<br /> + To the lowest angry dimple. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + On, Scythians, bind them. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + On, gallant allies of our high design,<br /> Vendors of + grain-eggs-pulse-and-vegetables,<br /> Ye garlic-tavern-keepers of + bakeries,<br /> Strike, batter, knock, hit, slap, and scratch our foes,<br /> + Be finely imprudent, say what you think of them....<br /> Enough! retire + and do not rob the dead. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + How basely did my archer-force come off. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Ah, ha, you thought it was a herd of slaves<br /> You had to tackle, and + you didn't guess<br /> The thirst for glory ardent in our blood. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + By Apollo, I know well the thirst that heats you--<br /> Especially when a + wine-skin's close. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + You waste your breath, dear magistrate, I fear, in answering back.<br /> + What's the good of argument with such a rampageous pack?<br /> Remember how + they washed us down (these very clothes I wore)<br /> With water that + looked nasty and that smelt so even more. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + What else to do, since you advanced too dangerously nigh.<br /> If you + should do the same again, I'll punch you in the eye.<br /> Though I'm a + stay-at-home and most a quiet life enjoy,<br /> Polite to all and every + (for I'm naturally coy),<br /> Still if you wake a wasps' nest then of + wasps you must beware. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + How may this ferocity be tamed? It grows too great to bear.<br /> Let us + question them and find if they'll perchance declare<br /> The reason why + they strangely dare<br /> To seize on Cranaos' citadel,<br /> This eyrie + inaccessible,<br /> This shrine above the precipice,<br /> The Acropolis.<br /> + Probe them and find what they mean with this idle talk; listen,<br /> but + watch they don't try to deceive.<br /> You'd be neglecting your duty most + certainly if now this mystery<br /> unplumbed you leave. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Women there! Tell what I ask you, directly....<br /> Come, without + rambling, I wish you to state<br /> What's your rebellious intention in + barring up thus on our noses<br /> our own temple-gate. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + To take first the treasury out of your management, and so stop the war<br /> + through the absence of gold. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Is gold then the cause of the war? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Yes, gold caused it and miseries more, too many to be told.<br /> 'Twas for + money, and money alone, that Pisander with all of the army of<br /> + mob-agitators.<br /> Raised up revolutions. But, as for the future, it + won't be worth while<br /> to set up to be traitors.<br /> Not an obol + they'll get as their loot, not an obol! while we have the<br /> + treasure-chest in our command. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + What then is that you propose? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Just this--merely to take the exchequer henceforth in hand. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + The exchequer! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Yes, why not? Of our capabilities you have had various clear evidences.<br /> + Firstly remember we have always administered soundly the budget of all<br /> + home-expenses. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + But this matter's different. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + How is it different? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Why, it deals chiefly with war-time supplies. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + But we abolish war straight by our policy. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + What will you do if emergencies arise? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Face them our own way. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + What <i>you</i> will? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Yes <i>we</i> will! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Then there's no help for it; we're all destroyed. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + No, willy-nilly you must be safeguarded. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + What madness is this? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Why, it seems you're annoyed.<br /> It must be done, that's all. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Such awful oppression never,<br /> O never in the past yet I bore. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + You must be saved, sirrah--that's all there is to it. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + If we don't want to be saved? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + All the more. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Why do you women come prying and meddling in matters of state touching<br /> + war-time and peace? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + That I will tell you. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + O tell me or quickly I'll-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Hearken awhile and from threatening cease. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + I cannot, I cannot; it's growing too insolent. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Come on; you've far more than we have to dread. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Stop from your croaking, old carrion-crow there....<br /> Continue. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Be calm then and I'll go ahead.<br /> All the long years when the hopeless + war dragged along we, unassuming,<br /> forgotten in quiet,<br /> Endured + without question, endured in our loneliness all your incessant<br /> + child's antics and riot.<br /> Our lips we kept tied, though aching with + silence, though well all the<br /> while in our silence we knew<br /> How + wretchedly everything still was progressing by listening dumbly the<br /> + day long to you.<br /> For always at home you continued discussing the war + and its politics<br /> loudly, and we<br /> Sometimes would ask you, our + hearts deep with sorrowing though we spoke<br /> lightly, though happy to + see,<br /> "What's to be inscribed on the side of the Treaty-stone<br /> + What, dear, was said in the Assembly today?"<br /> "Mind your own + business," he'd answer me growlingly<br /> "hold your tongue, woman, or + else go away."<br /> And so I would hold it. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + I'd not be silent for any man living on earth, no, not I! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Not for a staff? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Well, so I did nothing but sit in the house, feeling dreary, and sigh,<br /> + While ever arrived some fresh tale of decisions more foolish by far and<br /> + presaging disaster.<br /> Then I would say to him, "O my dear husband, why + still do they rush on<br /> destruction the faster?"<br /> At which he would + look at me sideways, exclaiming, "Keep for your web<br /> and your shuttle + your care,<br /> Or for some hours hence your cheeks will be sore and hot; + leave this<br /> alone, war is Man's sole affair!" + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + By Zeus, but a man of fine sense, he. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + How sensible?<br /> You dotard, because he at no time had lent<br /> His + intractable ears to absorb from our counsel one temperate word of<br /> + advice, kindly meant?<br /> But when at the last in the streets we heard + shouted (everywhere ringing<br /> the ominous cry)<br /> "Is there no one to + help us, no saviour in Athens?" and, "No, there is<br /> no one," come back + in reply.<br /> At once a convention of all wives through Hellas here for a + serious<br /> purpose was held,<br /> To determine how husbands might yet + back to wisdom despite their<br /> reluctance in time be compelled.<br /> + Why then delay any longer? It's settled. For the future you'll take<br /> + up our old occupation.<br /> Now in turn you're to hold tongue, as we did, + and listen while we show<br /> the way to recover the nation. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + <i>You</i> talk to <i>us!</i> Why, you're mad. I'll not stand it. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Cease babbling, you fool; till I end, hold your tongue. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + If I should take orders from one who wears veils, may my<br /> neck + straightaway be deservedly wrung. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + O if that keeps pestering you,<br /> I've a veil here for your hair,<br /> + I'll fit you out in everything<br /> As is only fair. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + Here's a spindle that will do. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + I'll add a wool-basket too. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Girdled now sit humbly at home,<br /> Munching beans, while you card wool + and comb. For war from now on<br /> is the Women's affair. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN. + </p> + <p> + Come then, down pitchers, all,<br /> And on, courageous of heart,<br /> In + our comradely venture<br /> Each taking her due part. + </p> + <p> + I could dance, dance, dance, and be fresher after,<br /> I could dance away + numberless suns,<br /> To no weariness let my knees bend.<br /> Earth I + could brave with laughter,<br /> Having such wonderful girls here to + friend.<br /> O the daring, the gracious, the beautiful ones!<br /> Their + courage unswerving and witty<br /> Will rescue our city. + </p> + <p> + O sprung from the seed of most valiant-wombed grand-mothers,<br /> scions + of savage and dangerous nettles!<br /> Prepare for the battle, all. Gird up + your angers. Our way<br /> the wind of sweet victory settles. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + O tender Eros and Lady of Cyprus, some flush of beauty I<br /> pray you + devise<br /> To flash on our bosoms and, O Aphrodite, rosily gleam on<br /> + our valorous thighs!<br /> Joy will raise up its head through the legions + warring and<br /> all of the far-serried ranks of mad-love<br /> Bristle the + earth to the pillared horizon, pointing in vain to<br /> the heavens above.<br /> + I think that perhaps then they'll give us our title--<br /> Peace-makers. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + What do you + mean? Please explain. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + First, we'll not see you now flourishing arms about into the<br /> + Marketing-place clang again. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN<br /> No, by the Paphian. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Still I can conjure them as past were the herbs stand or crockery's sold<br /> + Like Corybants jingling (poor sots) fully armoured, they noisily round<br /> + on their promenade strolled. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + And rightly; that's discipline, they-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + But what's sillier than to go on an errand of buying a fish<br /> Carrying + along an immense. Gorgon-buckler instead the usual platter<br /> or dish?<br /> + A phylarch I lately saw, mounted on horse-back, dressed for the part<br /> + with long ringlets and all,<br /> Stow in his helmet the omelet bought + steaming from an old woman who<br /> kept a food-stall.<br /> Nearby a + soldier, a Thracian, was shaking wildly his spear like Tereus<br /> in the + play,<br /> To frighten a fig-girl while unseen the ruffian filched from + her<br /> fruit-trays the ripest away. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + How, may I ask, will your rule re-establish order and justice in lands<br /> + so tormented? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Nothing is easier. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Out with it speedily--what is this plan that you boast you've invented? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + If, when yarn we are winding, It chances to tangle, then, as perchance you<br /> + may know, through the skein<br /> This way and that still the spool we keep + passing till it is finally clear<br /> all again:<br /> So to untangle the + War and its errors, ambassadors out on all sides we will<br /> send<br /> + This way and that, here, there and round about--soon you will find that + the<br /> War has an end. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + So with these trivial tricks of the household, domestic analogies of<br /> + threads, skeins and spools,<br /> You think that you'll solve such a bitter + complexity, unwind such political<br /> problems, you fools! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Well, first as we wash dirty wool so's to cleanse it, so with a pitiless<br /> + zeal we will scrub<br /> Through the whole city for all greasy fellows; + burrs too, the parasites,<br /> off we will rub.<br /> That verminous plague + of insensate place-seekers soon between thumb and<br /> forefinger we'll + crack.<br /> All who inside Athens' walls have their dwelling into one + great common<br /> basket we'll pack.<br /> Disenfranchised or citizens, + allies or aliens, pell-mell the lot of them<br /> in we will squeeze.<br /> + Till they discover humanity's meaning.... As for disjointed and far<br /> + colonies,<br /> Them you must never from this time imagine as scattered + about just like<br /> lost hanks of wool.<br /> Each portion we'll take and + wind in to this centre, inward to Athens<br /> each loyalty pull,<br /> Till + from the vast heap where all's piled together at last can be woven<br /> a + strong Cloak of State. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + How terrible is it to stand here and watch them carding and winding at<br /> + will with our fate,<br /> Witless in war as they are. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + What of us then, who ever in vain for our children must weep<br /> Borne + but to perish afar and in vain? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Not that, O let that one memory sleep! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Then while we should be companioned still merrily, happy as brides may,<br /> + the livelong night,<br /> Kissing youth by, we are forced to lie single.... + But leave for a moment<br /> our pitiful plight,<br /> It hurts even more to + behold the poor maidens helpless wrinkling in<br /> staler virginity. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Does not a man age? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Not in the same way. Not as a woman grows withered, grows he.<br /> He, + when returned from the war, though grey-headed, yet<br /> if he wishes can + choose out a wife.<br /> But she has no solace save peering for omens, + wretched and<br /> lonely the rest of her life. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + But the old man will often select-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + O why not finish and die?<br /> A bier is easy to buy,<br /> A honey-cake + I'll knead you with joy,<br /> This garland will see you are decked. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALONICE + </p> + <p> + I've a wreath for you too. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + I also will fillet you. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + What more is lacking? Step aboard the boat.<br /> See, Charon shouts ahoy.<br /> + You're keeping him, he wants to shove afloat. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Outrageous insults! Thus my place to flout!<br /> Now to my + fellow-magistrates I'll go<br /> And what you've perpetrated on me show. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Why are you blaming us for laying you out?<br /> Assure yourself we'll not + forget to make<br /> The third day offering early for your sake. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE <i>retires</i>, LYSISTRATA <i>returns within</i>. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + OLD MEN. + </p> + <p> + All men who call your loins your own, awake at last, arise<br /> And strip + to stand in readiness. For as it seems to me<br /> Some more perilous + offensive in their heads they now devise.<br /> I'm sure a Tyranny<br /> + Like that of Hippias<br /> In this I detect....<br /> They mean to put us + under<br /> Themselves I suspect,<br /> And that Laconians assembling<br /> + At Cleisthenes' house have played<br /> A trick-of-war and provoked them<br /> + Madly to raid<br /> The Treasury, in which term I include<br /> The Pay for + my food. + </p> + <p> + For is it not preposterous<br /> They should talk this way to us<br /> On a + subject such as battle! + </p> + <p> + And, women as they are, about bronze bucklers dare prattle--<br /> Make + alliance with the Spartans--people I for one<br /> Like very hungry wolves + would always most sincere shun....<br /> Some dirty game is up their + sleeve,<br /> I believe.<br /> A Tyranny, no doubt... but they won't catch + me, that know.<br /> Henceforth on my guard I'll go,<br /> A sword with + myrtle-branches wreathed for ever in my hand,<br /> And under arms in the + Public Place I'll take my watchful stand,<br /> Shoulder to shoulder with + Aristogeiton. Now my staff I'll draw<br /> And start at once by knocking<br /> + that shocking<br /> Hag upon the jaw. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN. + </p> + <p> + Your own mother will not know you when you get back to the town.<br /> But + first, my friends and allies, let us lay these garments down,<br /> And all + ye fellow-citizens, hark to me while I tell<br /> What will aid Athens + well.<br /> Just as is right, for I<br /> Have been a sharer<br /> In all the + lavish splendour<br /> Of the proud city.<br /> I bore the holy vessels<br /> + At seven, then<br /> I pounded barley<br /> At the age of ten,<br /> And clad + in yellow robes,<br /> Soon after this,<br /> I was Little Bear to<br /> + Brauronian Artemis;<br /> Then neckletted with figs,<br /> Grown tall and + pretty,<br /> I was a Basket-bearer,<br /> And so it's obvious I should<br /> + Give you advice that I think good,<br /> The very best I can.<br /> It + should not prejudice my voice that I'm not born a man,<br /> If I say + something advantageous to the present situation.<br /> For I'm taxed too, + and as a toll provide men for the nation<br /> While, miserable greybeards, + you,<br /> It is true,<br /> Contribute nothing of any importance whatever + to our needs;<br /> But the treasure raised against the Medes<br /> You've + squandered, and do nothing in return, save that you make<br /> Our lives + and persons hazardous by some imbecile mistakes<br /> What can you answer? + Now be careful, don't arouse my spite,<br /> Or with my slipper I'll take + you napping,<br /> faces slapping<br /> Left and right. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN. + </p> + <p> + What villainies they contrive!<br /> Come, let vengeance fall,<br /> You + that below the waist are still alive,<br /> Off with your tunics at my + call--<br /> Naked, all.<br /> For a man must strip to battle like a man.<br /> + No quaking, brave steps taking, careless what's ahead, white shoed,<br /> + in the nude, onward bold,<br /> All ye who garrisoned Leipsidrion of + old....<br /> Let each one wag<br /> As youthfully as he can,<br /> And if he + has the cause at heart<br /> Rise at least a span. + </p> + <p> + We must take a stand and keep to it,<br /> For if we yield the smallest bit<br /> + To their importunity.<br /> Then nowhere from their inroads will be left to + us immunity.<br /> But they'll be building ships and soon their navies will + attack us,<br /> As Artemisia did, and seek to fight us and to sack us.<br /> + And if they mount, the Knights they'll rob<br /> Of a job,<br /> For + everyone knows how talented they all are in the saddle,<br /> Having long + practised how to straddle;<br /> No matter how they're jogged there up and + down, they're never thrown.<br /> Then think of Myron's painting, and each + horse-backed Amazon<br /> In combat hand-to-hand with men.... Come, on + these women fall,<br /> And in pierced wood-collars let's stick<br /> quick<br /> + The necks of one and all. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN. + </p> + <p> + Don't cross me or I'll loose<br /> The Beast that's kennelled here....<br /> + And soon you will be howling for a truce,<br /> Howling out with fear.<br /> + But my dear,<br /> Strip also, that women may battle unhindered....<br /> + But you, you'll be too sore to eat garlic more, or one black bean,<br /> I + really mean, so great's my spleen, to kick you black and blue<br /> With + these my dangerous legs.<br /> I'll hatch the lot of you,<br /> If my rage + you dash on,<br /> The way the relentless Beetle<br /> Hatched the Eagle's + eggs. + </p> + <p> + Scornfully aside I set<br /> Every silly old-man threat<br /> While + Lampito's with me.<br /> Or dear Ismenia, the noble Theban girl. Then let + decree<br /> Be hotly piled upon decree; in vain will be your labours,<br /> + You futile rogue abominated by your suffering neighbour<br /> To Hecate's + feast I yesterday went.<br /> Off I sent<br /> To our neighbours in Boeotia, + asking as a gift to me<br /> For them to pack immediately<br /> That darling + dainty thing ... a good fat eel [1] I meant of course; + </p> + <p> + [Footnote 1:<i>Vide supra</i>, p. 23.] + </p> + <p> + But they refused because some idiotic old decree's in force.<br /> O this + strange passion for decrees nothing on earth can check,<br /> Till someone + puts a foot out tripping you,<br /> and slipping you<br /> Break your neck. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image063a (39K)" src="images/063a.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA <i>enters in dismay</i>. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Dear Mistress of our martial enterprise,<br /> Why do you come with sorrow + in your eyes? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + O 'tis our naughty femininity,<br /> So weak in one spot, that hath + saddened me. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + What's this? Please speak. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Poor women, O so weak! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + What can it be? Surely your friends may know. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Yea, I must speak it though it hurt me so. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Speak; can we help? Don't stand there mute in need. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + I'll blurt it out then--our women's army's mutinied. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + O Zeus! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + What use is Zeus to our anatomy?<br /> Here is the gaping calamity I meant:<br /> + I cannot shut their ravenous appetites<br /> A moment more now. They are + all deserting.<br /> The first I caught was sidling through the postern<br /> + Close by the Cave of Pan: the next hoisting herself<br /> With rope and + pulley down: a third on the point<br /> Of slipping past: while a fourth + malcontent, seated<br /> For instant flight to visit Orsilochus<br /> On + bird-back, I dragged off by the hair in time....<br /> They are all + snatching excuses to sneak home.<br /> Look, there goes one.... Hey, what's + the hurry? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + 1ST WOMAN + </p> + <p> + I must get home. I've some Milesian wool<br /> Packed wasting away, and + moths are pushing through it. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Fine moths indeed, I know. Get back within. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + 1ST WOMAN + </p> + <p> + By the Goddesses, I'll return instantly.<br /> I only want to stretch it on + my bed. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + You shall stretch nothing and go nowhere either. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + 1ST WOMAN + </p> + <p> + Must I never use my wool then? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + If needs be. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + 2ND WOMAN + </p> + <p> + How unfortunate I am! O my poor flax!<br /> It's left at home unstript. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + So here's another<br /> That wishes to go home and strip her flax.<br /> + Inside again! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + 2ND WOMAN + </p> + <p> + No, by the Goddess of Light,<br /> I'll be back as soon as I have flayed it + properly. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + You'll not flay anything. For if you begin<br /> There'll not be one here + but has a patch to be flayed. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + 3RD WOMAN + </p> + <p> + O holy Eilithyia, stay this birth<br /> Till I have left the precincts of + the place! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + What nonsense is this? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + 3RD WOMAN + </p> + <p> + I'll drop it any minute. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Yesterday you weren't with child. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + 3RD WOMAN + </p> + <p> + But I am today.<br /> O let me find a midwife, Lysistrata.<br /> O quickly! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Now what story is this you tell?<br /> What is this hard lump here? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + 3RD WOMAN + </p> + <p> + It's a male child. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + By Aphrodite, it isn't. Your belly's hollow,<br /> And it has the feel of + metal.... Well, I soon can see.<br /> You hussy, it's Athene's sacred helm,<br /> + And you said you were with child. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + 3RD WOMAN + </p> + <p> + And so I am. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Then why the helm? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + 3RD WOMAN + </p> + <p> + So if the throes should take me<br /> Still in these grounds I could use it + like a dove<br /> As a laying-nest in which to drop the child. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + More pretexts! You can't hide your clear intent,<br /> And anyway why not + wait till the tenth day<br /> Meditating a brazen name for your brass brat? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMAN + </p> + <p> + And I can't sleep a wink. My nerve is gone<br /> Since I saw that + snake-sentinel of the shrine. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMAN + </p> + <p> + And all those dreadful owls with their weird hooting!<br /> Though I'm + wearied out, I can't close an eye. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + You wicked women, cease from juggling lies.<br /> You want your men. But + what of them as well?<br /> They toss as sleepless in the lonely night,<br /> + I'm sure of it. Hold out awhile, hold out,<br /> But persevere a + teeny-weeny longer.<br /> An oracle has promised Victory<br /> If we don't + wrangle. Would you hear the words? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Yes, yes, what is it? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Silence then, you chatterboxes.<br /> Here--<br /> <i>Whenas the swallows + flocking in one place from the hoopoes<br /> Deny themselves love's gambols + any more,<br /> All woes shall then have ending and great Zeus the + Thunderer<br /> Shall put above what was below before.</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Will the men then always be kept under us? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA<br /> <i>But if the swallows squabble among themselves and fly + away<br /> Out of the temple, refusing to agree,<br /> Then The Most Wanton + Birds in all the World<br /> They shall be named for ever. That's his + decree.</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMAN + </p> + <p> + It's obvious what it means.<br /> LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Now + by all the gods<br /> We must let no agony deter from duty,<br /> Back to + your quarters. For we are base indeed,<br /> My friends, if we betray the + oracle. + </p> + <p> + <i>She goes out.</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + OLD MEN. + </p> + <p> + I'd like to remind you of a fable they used to employ,<br /> When I was a + little boy:<br /> How once through fear of the marriage-bed a young man,<br /> + Melanion by name, to the wilderness ran,<br /> And there on the hills he + dwelt.<br /> For hares he wove a net<br /> Which with his dog he set--<br /> + Most likely he's there yet.<br /> For he never came back home, so great was + the fear he felt.<br /> I loathe the sex as much as he,<br /> And therefore + I no less shall be<br /> As chaste as was Melanion. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAN + </p> + <p> + Grann'am, do you much mind men? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMAN + </p> + <p> + Onions you won't need, to cry. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAN + </p> + <p> + From my foot you shan't escape. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMAN + </p> + <p> + What thick forests I espy. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + So much Myronides' fierce beard<br /> And thundering black back were + feared,<br /> That the foe fled when they were shown--<br /> Brave he as + Phormion. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN. + </p> + <p> + Well, I'll relate a rival fable just to show to you<br /> A different point + of view:<br /> There was a rough-hewn fellow, Timon, with a face<br /> That + glowered as through a thorn-bush in a wild, bleak place.<br /> He too + decided on flight,<br /> This very Furies' son,<br /> All the world's ways + to shun<br /> And hide from everyone,<br /> Spitting out curses on all + knavish men to left and right.<br /> But though he reared this hate for + men,<br /> He loved the women even then,<br /> And never thought them + enemies. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMAN + </p> + <p> + O your jaw I'd like to break. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAN + </p> + <p> + That I fear do you suppose? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMAN + </p> + <p> + Learn what kicks my legs can make. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAN + </p> + <p> + Raise them up, and you'll expose-- + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image071a (50K)" src="images/071a.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMAN + </p> + <p> + Nay, you'll see there, I engage,<br /> All is well kept despite my age,<br /> + And tended smooth enough to slip<br /> From any adversary's grip. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA <i>appears</i>. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image072.jpg (66K)" src="images/072.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Hollo there, hasten hither to me<br /> Skip fast along. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMAN + </p> + <p> + What is this? Why the noise? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + A man, a man! I spy a frenzied man!<br /> He carries Love upon him like a + staff.<br /> O Lady of Cyprus, and Cythera, and Paphos,<br /> I beseech you, + keep our minds and hands to the oath. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image073.jpg (230K)" src="images/073.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMAN + </p> + <p> + Where is he, whoever he is? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + By the Temple of Chloe. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMAN + </p> + <p> + Yes, now I see him, but who can he be? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Look at him. Does anyone recognise his face? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + I do. He is my husband, Cinesias. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + You know how to work. Play with him, lead him on,<br /> Seduce him to the + cozening-point--kiss him, kiss him,<br /> Then slip your mouth aside just + as he's sure of it,<br /> Ungirdle every caress his mouth feels at<br /> + Save that the oath upon the bowl has locked. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + You can rely on me. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + I'll stay here to help<br /> In working up his ardor to its height<br /> Of + vain magnificence.... The rest to their quarters. + </p> + <p> + <i>Enter</i> CINESIAS. + </p> + <p> + Who is this that stands within our lines? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + I. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + A man? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Too much a man! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Then be off at once. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Who are you that thus eject me? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Guard for the day. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + By all the gods, then call Myrrhine hither. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + So, call Myrrhine hither! Who are you? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + I am her husband Cinesias, son of Anthros. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Welcome, dear friend! That glorious name of yours<br /> Is quite familiar + in our ranks. Your wife<br /> Continually has it in her mouth.<br /> She + cannot touch an apple or an egg<br /> But she must say, "This to Cinesias!" + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + O is that true? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + By Aphrodite, it is.<br /> If the conversation strikes on men, your wife<br /> + Cuts in with, "All are boobies by Cinesias." + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Then call her here. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + And what am I to get? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + This, if you want it.... See, what I have here.<br /> But not to take away. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Then I'll call her. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Be quick, be quick. All grace is wiped from life<br /> Since she went away. + O sad, sad am I<br /> When there I enter on that loneliness,<br /> And wine + is unvintaged of the sun's flavour.<br /> And food is tasteless. But I've + put on weight. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE (<i>above</i>) + </p> + <p> + I love him O so much! but he won't have it.<br /> Don't call me down to + him. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Sweet little Myrrhine!<br /> What do you mean? Come here. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + O no I won't.<br /> Why are you calling me? You don't want me. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Not want you! with this week-old strength of love. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Farewell. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Don't go, please don't go, Myrrhine.<br /> At least you'll hear our child. + Call your mother, lad. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CHILD + </p> + <p> + Mummy ... mummy ... mummy! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + There now, don't you feel pity for the child?<br /> He's not been fed or + washed now for six days. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + I certainly pity him with so heartless a father. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Come down, my sweetest, come for the child's sake. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + A trying life it is to be a mother!<br /> I suppose I'd better go. <i>She + comes down.</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + How much younger she looks,<br /> How fresher and how prettier! Myrrhine,<br /> + Lift up your lovely face, your disdainful face;<br /> And your ankle ... + let your scorn step out its worst;<br /> It only rubs me to more ardor + here. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE (<i>playing with the child</i>) + </p> + <p> + You're as innocent as he's iniquitous.<br /> Let me kiss you, + honey-petting, mother's darling. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + How wrong to follow other women's counsel<br /> And let loose all these + throbbing voids in yourself<br /> As well as in me. Don't you go + throb-throb? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Take away your hands. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Everything in the house<br /> Is being ruined. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + I don't care at all. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + The roosters are picking all your web to rags.<br /> Do you mind that? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Not I. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + What time we've wasted<br /> We might have drenched with Paphian laughter, + flung<br /> On Aphrodite's Mysteries. O come here. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Not till a treaty finishes the war. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + If you must have it, then we'll get it done. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Do it and I'll come home. Till then I am bound. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Well, can't your oath perhaps be got around? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + No ... no ... still I'll not say that I don't love you. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + You love me! Then dear girl, let me also love you. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + You must be joking. The boy's looking on. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Here, Manes, take the child home!... There, he's gone.<br /> There's + nothing in the way now. Come to the point. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Here in the open! In plain sight? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + In Pan's cave.<br /> A splendid place. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Where shall I dress my hair again<br /> Before returning to the citadel? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + You can easily primp yourself in the Clepsydra. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + But how can I break my oath? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Leave that to me,<br /> I'll take all risk. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Well, I'll make you comfortable. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Don't worry. I'd as soon lie on the grass. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + No, by Apollo, in spite of all your faults<br /> I won't have you lying on + the nasty earth.<br /> (<i>From here MYRRHINE keeps on going off to fetch + things.</i>) + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Ah, how she loves me. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Rest there on the bench,<br /> While I arrange my clothes. O what a + nuisance,<br /> I must find some cushions first. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Why some cushions?<br /> Please don't get them! + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image080.jpg (63K)" src="images/080.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + What? The plain, hard wood?<br /> Never, by Artemis! That would be too + vulgar. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Open your arms! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + No. Wait a second. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + O....<br /> Then hurry back again. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Here the cushions are.<br /> Lie down while I--O dear! But what a shame,<br /> + You need more pillows. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + I don't want them, dear. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + But I do. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Thwarted affection mine,<br /> They treat you just like Heracles at a feast<br /> + With cheats of dainties, O disappointing arms! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Raise up your head. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + There, that's everything at last. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Yes, all. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Then run to my arms, you golden girl. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + I'm loosening my girdle now. But you've not forgotten?<br /> You're not + deceiving me about the Treaty? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + No, by my life, I'm not. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Why, you've no blanket. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + It's not the silly blanket's warmth but yours I want. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Never mind. You'll soon have both. I'll come straight back. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + The woman will choke me with her coverlets. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Get up a moment. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + I'm up high enough. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Would you like me to perfume you? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + By Apollo, no! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + By Aphrodite, I'll do it anyway. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Lord Zeus, may she soon use up all the myrrh. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Stretch out your hand. Take it and rub it in. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Hmm, it's not as fragrant as might be; that is,<br /> Not before it's + smeared. It doesn't smell of kisses. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + How silly I am: I've brought you Rhodian scents. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + It's good enough, leave it, love. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + You must be jesting. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + Plague rack the man who first compounded scent! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + Here, take this flask. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + I've a far better one.<br /> Don't tease me, come here, and get nothing + more. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MYRRHINE + </p> + <p> + I'm coming.... I'm just drawing off my shoes....<br /> You're sure you will + vote for Peace? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + I'll think about it.<br /> <i>She runs off.</i><br /> I'm dead: the woman's + worn me all away.<br /> She's gone and left me with an anguished pulse. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + Baulked in your amorous delight<br /> How melancholy is your plight.<br /> + With sympathy your case I view;<br /> For I am sure it's hard on you.<br /> + What human being could sustain<br /> This unforeseen domestic strain,<br /> + And not a single trace<br /> Of willing women in the place! + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image083a (38K)" src="images/083a.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + O Zeus, what throbbing suffering! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + She did it all, the harlot, she<br /> With her atrocious harlotry. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Nay, rather call her darling-sweet. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + What, sweet? She's a rude, wicked thing. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CINESIAS + </p> + <p> + A wicked thing, as I repeat.<br /> O Zeus, O Zeus,<br /> Canst Thou not + suddenly let loose<br /> Some twirling hurricane to tear<br /> Her flapping + up along the air<br /> And drop her, when she's whirled around,<br /> Here + to the ground<br /> Neatly impaled upon the stake<br /> That's ready upright + for her sake.<br /> <i>He goes out.</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image084a (40K)" src="images/084a.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + <i>Enter</i> SPARTAN HERALD. + </p> + <p> + <i>The</i> MAGISTRATE <i>comes forward</i>. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + HERALD + </p> + <p> + What here gabs the Senate an' the Prytanes?<br /> I've fetcht despatches + for them. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Are you a man<br /> Or a monstrosity? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + HERALD + </p> + <p> + My scrimp-brained lad,<br /> I'm a herald, as ye see, who hae come frae + Sparta<br /> Anent a Peace. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Then why do you hide that lance<br /> That sticks out under your arms? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + HERALD. + </p> + <p> + I've brought no lance. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Then why do you turn aside and hold your cloak<br /> So far out from your + body? Is your groin swollen<br /> With stress of travelling? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + HERALD + </p> + <p> + By Castor, I'll swear<br /> The man is wud. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Indeed, your cloak is wide,<br /> My rascal fellow. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + HERALD + </p> + <p> + But I tell ye No!<br /> Enow o' fleering! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Well, what is it then? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + HERALD + </p> + <p> + It's my despatch cane. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Of course--a Spartan cane!<br /> But speak right out. I know all this too + well.<br /> Are new privations springing up in Sparta? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + HERALD + </p> + <p> + Och, hard as could be: in lofty lusty columns<br /> Our allies stand + united. We maun get Pellene. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + Whence has this evil come? Is it from Pan? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + HERALD + </p> + <p> + No. Lampito first ran asklent, then the others<br /> Sprinted after her + example, and blocked, the hizzies,<br /> Their wames unskaithed against our + every fleech. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + What did you do? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + HERALD + </p> + <p> + We are broken, and bent double,<br /> Limp like men carrying lanthorns in + great winds<br /> About the city. They winna let us even<br /> Wi' lightest + neif skim their primsie pretties<br /> Till we've concluded Peace-terms wi' + a' Hellas. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAGISTRATE + </p> + <p> + So the conspiracy is universal;<br /> This proves it. Then return to + Sparta. Bid them<br /> Send envoys with full powers to treat of Peace;<br /> + And I will urge the Senate here to choose<br /> Plenipotentiary + ambassadors,<br /> As argument adducing this connection. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + HERALD + </p> + <p> + I'm off. Your wisdom none could contravert.<br /> <i>They retire.</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + There is no beast, no rush of fire, like woman so untamed.<br /> She calmly + goes her way where even panthers would be shamed. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + And yet you are fool enough, it seems, to dare to war with me,<br /> When + for your faithful ally you might win me easily. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + Never could the hate I feel for womankind grow less. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Then have your will. But I'll take pity on your nakedness.<br /> For I can + see just how ridiculous you look, and so<br /> Will help you with your + tunic if close up I now may go. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + Well, that, by Zeus, is no scoundrel-deed, I frankly will admit.<br /> I + only took them off myself in a scoundrel raging-fit. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Now you look sensible, and that you're men no one could doubt.<br /> If you + were but good friends again, I'd take the insect out<br /> That hurts your + eye. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + Is that what's wrong? That nasty bitie thing.<br /> Please squeeze it out, + and show me what it is that makes this sting.<br /> It's been paining me a + long while now. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + Well I'll agree to that,<br /> Although you're most unmannerly. O what a + giant gnat.<br /> Here, look! It comes from marshy Tricorysus, I can tell. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + O thank you. It was digging out a veritable well.<br /> Now that it's gone, + I can't hold back my tears. See how they fall. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + I'll wipe them off, bad as you are, and kiss you after all. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + I won't be kissed. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMEN + </p> + <p> + O yes, you will. Your wishes do not matter. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MEN + </p> + <p> + O botheration take you all! How you cajole and flatter.<br /> A hell it is + to live with you; to live without, a hell:<br /> How truly was that said. + But come, these enmities let's quell.<br /> You stop from giving orders and + I'll stop from doing wrong.<br /> So let's join ranks and seal our bargain + with a choric song. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CHORUS. + </p> + <p> + Athenians, it's not our intention<br /> To sow political dissension<br /> By + giving any scandal mention;<br /> But on the contrary to promote good + feeling in the state<br /> By word and deed. We've had enough calamities of + late.<br /> So let a man or woman but divulge<br /> They need a trifle, say,<br /> + Two minas, three or four,<br /> I've purses here that bulge.<br /> There's + only one condition made<br /> (Indulge my whim in this I pray)--<br /> When + Peace is signed once more,<br /> On no account am I to be repaid. + </p> + <p> + And I'm making preparation<br /> For a gay select collation<br /> With some + youths of reputation.<br /> I've managed to produce some soup and they're + slaughtering for me<br /> A sucking-pig: its flesh should taste as tender + as could be.<br /> I shall expect you at my house today.<br /> To the baths + make an early visit,<br /> And bring your children along;<br /> Don't dawdle + on the way.<br /> Ask no one; enter as if the place<br /> Was all your + own--yours henceforth is it.<br /> If nothing chances wrong,<br /> The door + will then be shut bang in your face. + </p> + <p> + <i>The</i> SPARTAN AMBASSADORS <i>approach</i>. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CHORUS + </p> + <p> + Here come the Spartan envoys with long, worried beards.<br /> Hail, + Spartans how do you fare?<br /> Did anything new arise? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS + </p> + <p> + No need for a clutter o' words. Do ye see our condition? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CHORUS + </p> + <p> + The situation swells to greater tension.<br /> Something will explode soon. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS + </p> + <p> + It's awfu' truly.<br /> But come, let us wi' the best speed we may<br /> + Scribble a Peace. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CHORUS + </p> + <p> + I notice that our men<br /> Like wrestlers poised for contest, hold their + clothes<br /> Out from their bellies. An athlete's malady!<br /> Since + exercise alone can bring relief. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + Can anyone tell us where Lysistrata is?<br /> There is no need to describe + our men's condition,<br /> It shows up plainly enough. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CHORUS + </p> + <p> + It's the same disease.<br /> Do you feel a jerking throbbing in the + morning? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + By Zeus, yes! In these straits, I'm racked all through.<br /> Unless Peace + is soon declared, we shall be driven<br /> In the void of women to try + Cleisthenes. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CHORUS + </p> + <p> + Be wise and cover those things with your tunics.<br /> Who knows what kind + of person may perceive you? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + By Zeus, you're right. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS + </p> + <p> + By the Twa Goddesses,<br /> Indeed ye are. Let's put our tunics on. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + Hail O my fellow-sufferers, hail Spartans. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS + </p> + <p> + O hinnie darling, what a waefu' thing!<br /> If they had seen us wi' our + lunging waddies! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + Tell us then, Spartans, what has brought you here? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS + </p> + <p> + We come to treat o' Peace. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + Well spoken there!<br /> And we the same. Let us callout Lysistrata<br /> + Since she alone can settle the Peace-terms. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS + </p> + <p> + Callout Lysistratus too if ye don't mind. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CHORUS + </p> + <p> + No indeed. She hears your voices and she comes. + </p> + <p> + <i>Enter LYSISTRATA</i> + </p> + <p> + Hail, Wonder of all women! Now you must be in turn<br /> Hard, shifting, + clear, deceitful, noble, crafty, sweet, and stern.<br /> The foremost men + of Hellas, smitten by your fascination,<br /> Have brought their tangled + quarrels here for your sole arbitration. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + An easy task if the love's raging home-sickness<br /> Doesn't start trying + out how well each other<br /> Will serve instead of us. But I'll know at + once<br /> If they do. O where's that girl, Reconciliation?<br /> Bring + first before me the Spartan delegates,<br /> And see you lift no rude or + violent hands--<br /> None of the churlish ways our husbands used.<br /> But + lead them courteously, as women should.<br /> And if they grudge fingers, + guide them by other methods,<br /> And introduce them with ready tact. The + Athenians<br /> Draw by whatever offers you a grip.<br /> Now, Spartans, + stay here facing me. Here you,<br /> Athenians. Both hearken to my words.<br /> + I am a woman, but I'm not a fool.<br /> And what of natural intelligence I + own<br /> Has been filled out with the remembered precepts<br /> My father + and the city-elders taught me.<br /> First I reproach you both sides + equally<br /> That when at Pylae and Olympia,<br /> At Pytho and the many + other shrines<br /> That I could name, you sprinkle from one cup<br /> The + altars common to all Hellenes, yet<br /> You wrack Hellenic cities, bloody + Hellas<br /> With deaths of her own sons, while yonder clangs<br /> The + gathering menace of barbarians. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + We cannot hold it in much longer now. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Now unto you, O Spartans, do I speak.<br /> Do you forget how your own + countryman,<br /> Pericleidas, once came hither suppliant<br /> Before our + altars, pale in his purple robes,<br /> Praying for an army when in + Messenia<br /> Danger growled, and the Sea-god made earth quaver.<br /> Then + with four thousand hoplites Cimon marched<br /> And saved all Sparta. Yet + base ingrates now,<br /> You are ravaging the soil of your preservers. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + By Zeus, they do great wrong, Lysistrata. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS + </p> + <p> + Great wrong, indeed. O! What a luscious wench! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + And now I turn to the Athenians.<br /> Have you forgotten too how once the + Spartans<br /> In days when you wore slavish tunics, came<br /> And with + their spears broke a Thessalian host<br /> And all the partisans of + Hippias?<br /> They alone stood by your shoulder on that day.<br /> They + freed you, so that for the slave's short skirt<br /> You should wear the + trailing cloak of liberty. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS + </p> + <p> + I've never seen a nobler woman anywhere. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + Nor I one with such prettily jointing hips. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Now, brethren twined with mutual benefactions,<br /> Can you still war, can + you suffer such disgrace?<br /> Why not be friends? What is there to + prevent you? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS + </p> + <p> + We're agreed, gin that we get this tempting Mole. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Which one? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS + </p> + <p> + That ane we've wanted to get into,<br /> O for sae lang.... Pylos, of + course. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + By Poseidon,<br /> Never! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Give it up. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + Then what will we do?<br /> We need that ticklish place united to us-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Ask for some other lurking-hole in return. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + Then, ah, we'll choose this snug thing here, Echinus,<br /> Shall we call + the nestling spot? And this backside haven,<br /> These desirable twin + promontories, the Maliac,<br /> And then of course these Megarean Legs. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS + </p> + <p> + Not that, O surely not that, never that. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Agree! Now what are two legs more or less? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + I want to strip at once and plough my land. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS + </p> + <p> + And mine I want to fertilize at once. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + And so you can, when Peace is once declared.<br /> If you mean it, get your + allies' heads together<br /> And come to some decision. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + What allies?<br /> There's no distinction in our politics:<br /> We've risen + as one man to this conclusion;<br /> Every ally is jumping-mad to drive it + home. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS + </p> + <p> + And ours the same, for sure. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + The Carystians first!<br /> I'll bet on that. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + I agree with all of you.<br /> Now off, and cleanse yourselves for the + Acropolis,<br /> For we invite you all in to a supper<br /> From our + commissariat baskets. There at table<br /> You will pledge good behaviour + and uprightness;<br /> Then each man's wife is his to hustle home. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + Come, as quickly as possible. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS + </p> + <p> + As quick as ye like.<br /> Lead on. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + O Zeus, quick, quick, lead quickly on.<br /> <i>They hurry off.</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CHORUS. + </p> + <p> + Broidered stuffs on high I'm heaping,<br /> Fashionable cloaks and sweeping<br /> + Trains, not even gold gawds keeping.<br /> Take them all, I pray you, take + them all (I do not care)<br /> And deck your children--your daughter, if + the Basket she's to bear.<br /> Come, everyone of you, come in and take<br /> + Of this rich hoard a share.<br /> Nought's tied so skilfully<br /> But you + its seal can break<br /> And plunder all you spy inside.<br /> I've laid out + all that I can spare,<br /> And therefore you will see<br /> Nothing unless + than I you're sharper-eyed.<br /> If lacking corn a man should be<br /> + While his slaves clamour hungrily<br /> And his excessive progeny,<br /> + Then I've a handfull of grain at home which is always to be had,<br /> And + to which in fact a more-than-life-size loaf I'd gladly add.<br /> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image097a (48K)" src="images/097a.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + Then let the poor bring with them bag or sack<br /> And take this store of + food.<br /> Manes, my man, I'll tell<br /> To help them all to pack<br /> + Their wallets full. But O take care.<br /> I had forgotten; don't intrude,<br /> + Or terrified you'll yell.<br /> My dog is hungry too, and bites--beware! + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image098a (37K)" src="images/098a.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + <i>Some</i> LOUNGERS <i>from the Market with torches approach<br /> the + Banqueting hall. The</i> PORTER <i>bars their entrance.</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + 1ST MARKET-LOUNGER + </p> + <p> + Open the door. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + PORTER + </p> + <p> + Here move along. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + 1ST MARKET-LOUNGER + </p> + <p> + What's this?<br /> You're sitting down. Shall I singe you with my torch?<br /> + That's vulgar! O I couldn't do it ... yet<br /> If it would gratify the + audience,<br /> I'll mortify myself. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + 2ND MARKET-LOUNGER + </p> + <p> + And I will too.<br /> We'll both be crude and vulgar, yes we will. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + PORTER + </p> + <p> + Be off at once now or you'll be wailing<br /> Dirges for your hair. Get off + at once,<br /> And see you don't disturb the Spartan envoys<br /> Just + coming out from the splendid feast they've had. + </p> + <p> + <i>The banqueters begin to come out.</i> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + 1ST ATHENIAN + </p> + <p> + I've never known such a pleasant banquet before,<br /> And what delightful + fellows the Spartans are.<br /> When we are warm with wine, how wise we + grow. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + 2ND ATHENIAN + </p> + <p> + That's only fair, since sober we're such fools:<br /> This is the advice + I'd give the Athenians--<br /> See our ambassadors are always drunk.<br /> + For when we visit Sparta sober, then<br /> We're on the alert for trickery + all the while<br /> So that we miss half of the things they say,<br /> And + misinterpret things that were never said,<br /> And then report the muddle + back to Athens.<br /> But now we're charmed with each other. They might cap<br /> + With the Telamon-catch instead of the Cleitagora,<br /> And we'd applaud + and praise them just the same;<br /> We're not too scrupulous in weighing + words. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + PORTER + </p> + <p> + Why, here the rascals come again to plague me.<br /> Won't you move on, you + sorry loafers there! + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MARKET-LOUNGER + </p> + <p> + Yes, by Zeus, they're already coming out. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS + </p> + <p> + Now hinnie dearest, please tak' up your pipe<br /> That I may try a spring + an' sing my best<br /> In honour o' the Athenians an' oursels. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS + </p> + <p> + Aye, take your pipe. By all the gods, there's nothing<br /> Could glad my + heart more than to watch you dance. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS. + </p> + <p> + Mnemosyne,<br /> Let thy fire storm these younkers,<br /> O tongue wi' + stormy ecstasy<br /> My Muse that knows<br /> Our deeds and theirs, how when + at sea<br /> Their navies swooped upon<br /> The Medes at Artemision--<br /> + Gods for their courage, did they strike<br /> Wrenching a triumph frae + their foes;<br /> While at Thermopylae<br /> Leonidas' army stood: + wild-boars they were like<br /> Wild-boars that wi' fierce threat<br /> + Their terrible tusks whet;<br /> The sweat ran streaming down each twisted + face,<br /> Faen blossoming i' strange petals o' death<br /> Panted frae + mortal breath,<br /> The sweat drenched a' their bodies i' that place,<br /> + For the hurly-burly o' Persians glittered more<br /> Than the sands on the + shore. + </p> + <p> + Come, Hunting Girl, an' hear my prayer--<br /> You whose arrows whizz in + woodlands, come an' bless<br /> This Peace we swear.<br /> Let us be fenced + wi' age long amity,<br /> O let this bond stick ever firm through thee<br /> + In friendly happiness.<br /> Henceforth no guilefu' perjury be seen!<br /> O + hither, hither O<br /> Thou wildwood queen. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LYSISTRATA + </p> + <p> + Earth is delighted now, peace is the voice of earth.<br /> Spartans, sort + out your wives: Athenians, yours.<br /> Let each catch hands with his wife + and dance his joy,<br /> Dance out his thanks, be grateful in music,<br /> + And promise reformation with his heels. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ATHENIANS. + </p> + <p> + O Dancers, forward. Lead out the Graces,<br /> Call Artemis out;<br /> Then + her brother, the Dancer of Skies,<br /> That gracious Apollo.<br /> Invoke + with a shout<br /> Dionysus out of whose eyes<br /> Breaks fire on the + maenads that follow;<br /> And Zeus with his flares of quick lightning, and + call,<br /> Happy Hera, Queen of all,<br /> And all the Daimons summon + hither to be<br /> Witnesses of our revelry<br /> And of the noble Peace we + have made,<br /> Aphrodite our aid.<br /> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image102.jpg (296K)" src="images/102.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + Io Paieon, Io, cry--<br /> For victory, leap!<br /> Attained by me, leap!<br /> + Euoi Euoi Euai Euai. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS + </p> + <p> + Piper, gie us the music for a new sang. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SPARTANS. + </p> + <p> + Leaving again lovely lofty Taygetus<br /> Hither O Spartan Muse, hither to + greet us,<br /> And wi' our choric voice to raise<br /> To Amyclean Apollo + praise,<br /> And Tyndareus' gallant sons whose days<br /> Alang Eurotas' + banks merrily pass,<br /> An' Athene o' the House o' Brass. + </p> + <p> + Now the dance begin;<br /> Dance, making swirl your fringe o' woolly skin,<br /> + While we join voices<br /> To hymn dear Sparta that rejoices<br /> I' a + beautifu' sang,<br /> An' loves to see<br /> Dancers tangled beautifully;<br /> + For the girls i' tumbled ranks<br /> Alang Eurotas' banks<br /> Like wanton + fillies thrang,<br /> Frolicking there<br /> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img alt="image104a (65K)" src="images/104a.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + An' like Bacchantes shaking the wild air<br /> To comb a giddy laughter + through the hair,<br /> Bacchantes that clench thyrsi as they sweep<br /> To + the ecstatic leap. + </p> + <p> + An' Helen, Child o' Leda, come<br /> Thou holy, nimble, gracefu' Queen,<br /> + Lead thou the dance, gather thy joyous tresses up i' bands<br /> An' play + like a fawn. To madden them, clap thy hands,<br /> And sing praise to the + warrior goddess templed i' our lands,<br /> Her o' the House o' Brass. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Lysistrata, by Aristophanes + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LYSISTRATA *** + +***** This file should be named 7700-h.htm or 7700-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/7/7/0/7700/ + +Produced by Ted Garvin, David Widger and the Distributed +Proofreaders Team + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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