MAGISTRATE enters with attendant SCYTHIANS.
MAGISTRATE
Have the luxurious rites of the women glittered
Their libertine show, their drumming tapped out crowds,
The Sabazian Mysteries summoned their mob,
440
Adonis been wept to death on the terraces,
As I could hear the last day in the Assembly?
For Demostratus—let bad luck befoul him—
Was roaring, “We must sail for
Sicily
,”
While a woman, throwing herself about in a dance
445
Lopsided with drink, was shrilling out “Adonis,
Woe for Adonis.” Then Demostratus shouted,
“We must levy hoplites at
Zacynthus
,”
And there the woman, up to the ears in wine,
Was screaming “Weep for Adonis” on the house-top,
450
The scoundrelly politician, that lunatic ox,
Bellowing bad advice through tipsy shrieks:
Such are the follies wantoning in them.
Have the luxurious rites of the women glittered
Their libertine show, their drumming tapped out crowds,
The Sabazian Mysteries summoned their mob,
440
Adonis been wept to death on the terraces,
As I could hear the last day in the Assembly?
For Demostratus—let bad luck befoul him—
Was roaring, “We must sail for
Sicily
,”
While a woman, throwing herself about in a dance
445
Lopsided with drink, was shrilling out “Adonis,
Woe for Adonis.” Then Demostratus shouted,
“We must levy hoplites at
Zacynthus
,”
And there the woman, up to the ears in wine,
Was screaming “Weep for Adonis” on the house-top,
450
The scoundrelly politician, that lunatic ox,
Bellowing bad advice through tipsy shrieks:
Such are the follies wantoning in them.
MEN
O if you knew their full effronery!
All of the insults they've done, besides sousing us
455
With water from their pots to our public disgrace
For we stand here wringing our clothes like grown-up infants.
O if you knew their full effronery!
All of the insults they've done, besides sousing us
455
With water from their pots to our public disgrace
For we stand here wringing our clothes like grown-up infants.
MAGISTRATE
By Poseidon, justly done! For in part with us
The blame must lie for dissolute behaviour
And for the pampered appetites they learn.
460
Thus grows the seedling lust to blossoming:
We go into a shop and say, “Here, goldsmith,
You remember the necklace that you wrought my wife;
Well, the other night in fervour of a dance
Her clasp broke open. Now I'm off for
Salamis
;
465
If you've the leisure, would you go tonight
And stick a bolt-pin into her opened clasp.”
Another goes to a cobbler; a soldierly fellow,
Always standing up erect, and says to him,
“Cobbler, a sandal-strap of my wife's pinches her,
470
Hurts her little toe in a place where she's sensitive.
Come at noon and see if you can stretch out wider
This thing that troubles her, loosen its tightness.”
And so you view the result. Observe my case—
I, a magistrate, come here to draw
475
Money to buy oar-blades, and what happens?
The women slam the door full in my face.
But standing still's no use. Bring me a crowbar,
And I'll chastise this their impertinence.
What do you gape at, wretch, with dazzled eyes?
480
Peering for a tavern, I suppose.
Come, force the gates with crowbars, prise them apart!
I'll prise away myself too....
(LYSISTRATA appears.)
By Poseidon, justly done! For in part with us
The blame must lie for dissolute behaviour
And for the pampered appetites they learn.
460
Thus grows the seedling lust to blossoming:
We go into a shop and say, “Here, goldsmith,
You remember the necklace that you wrought my wife;
Well, the other night in fervour of a dance
Her clasp broke open. Now I'm off for
Salamis
;
465
If you've the leisure, would you go tonight
And stick a bolt-pin into her opened clasp.”
Another goes to a cobbler; a soldierly fellow,
Always standing up erect, and says to him,
“Cobbler, a sandal-strap of my wife's pinches her,
470
Hurts her little toe in a place where she's sensitive.
Come at noon and see if you can stretch out wider
This thing that troubles her, loosen its tightness.”
And so you view the result. Observe my case—
I, a magistrate, come here to draw
475
Money to buy oar-blades, and what happens?
The women slam the door full in my face.
But standing still's no use. Bring me a crowbar,
And I'll chastise this their impertinence.
What do you gape at, wretch, with dazzled eyes?
480
Peering for a tavern, I suppose.
Come, force the gates with crowbars, prise them apart!
I'll prise away myself too....
LYSISTRATA
Stop this banging.
I'm coming of my own accord.... Why bars?
485
It is not bars we need but common sense.
Stop this banging.
I'm coming of my own accord.... Why bars?
485
It is not bars we need but common sense.
MAGISTRATE
Indeed, you slut! Where is the archer now?
Arrest this woman, tie her hands behind.
Indeed, you slut! Where is the archer now?
Arrest this woman, tie her hands behind.
LYSISTRATA
If he brushes me with a finger, by Artemis,
The public menial, he'll be sorry for it.
490
If he brushes me with a finger, by Artemis,
The public menial, he'll be sorry for it.
490
MAGISTRATE
Are you afraid? Grab her about the middle.
Two of you then, lay hands on her and end it.
Are you afraid? Grab her about the middle.
Two of you then, lay hands on her and end it.
CALONICE
By Pandrosos I if your hand touches her
I'll spread you out and trample on your guts.
By Pandrosos I if your hand touches her
I'll spread you out and trample on your guts.
MAGISTRATE
My guts! Where is the other archer gone?
495
Bind that minx there who talks so prettily.
My guts! Where is the other archer gone?
495
Bind that minx there who talks so prettily.
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