Kinésias: May it turn to me; do not worry about any oath.
915
Myrrhine: Bring now a small couch for us.
Kinesias: It is enough for us to lie here on the ground.
Myrrhine: by Apollo, I will not...
Myrrhine: Although he is such a person, I will lay him down on the ground.
Kinesias: This woman certainly loves me; it is quite clear.
Myrrhine: See, he is reclining after finishing something, and I am undressing.
920
Myrrhine: Still, what a horror, a reed-mat must be carried out!
Kinésias: What is a psithos? Not on your life.
Myrrhine: for it is shameful to be on a high pitch.
Kinesias: Give me a kiss now.
Kinesias: Hush! Come here now very quickly.
Myrrhine: Here is a mat; lie down, and now I am undressing.
925
Myrrhine: And yet, what a terrible thing, you have no pillow.
Kinesias: But I am not in need at all.
Myrrhine: By Zeus, but I.
Kinesias: But is it this penis that Heracles is visiting?
Myrrhine: rise up, leap up.
Kinesias: I already have everything.
Myrrhine: All things then.
930
Kinesias: Come here now, my gold.
Myrrhine: I am already untying the headband. Remember now:
Myrrhine: Do not deceive me about the negotiations.
Kinesias: By Zeus, may I perish, I wonder.
Myrrhine: You do not have a sistrum.
Cinesias: By Zeus, I am not even in need, but I want to be beaten.
Myrrhine: Indeed, you will do this; for I am coming quickly.
935
Kinesias: A man will wear me out over the mattresses.
Myrrhine: Lift yourself up.
Kinesias: But this has been lifted, at least.
Myrrhine: Do you want me to perfume you?
Kinesias: By Apollo, not by me.
Myrrhine: By Aphrodite, whether you wish it or not.
Kinésias: Oh master Zeus, I wish the perfume had been poured out!
940
Myrrhine: now hold out your hand and anoint yourself with it.
Kinesias: Isn't the perfume sweet, by Apollo, right here?
Kinesias: if it is not a delaying tactic and does not smell of marriage.
Myrrhine: Alas for me, what I have brought from Rhodes!
Cinesias: Good; leave her alone, you demon.
945
Myrrhine: You are talking nonsense.
Kinesias: May the first person to cook the perfume rot away most miserably.
Myrrhine: Take this alabaster jar.
Kinesias: But I have another.
Kinésias: But lie on your back and don't bring it to me.
Myrrhine: I will do these things, by Artemis.
Myrrhine: I will certainly loosen it. But as you are dearest...
950
Myrrhine: let us make the treaty by vote.
Kinesias: I will deliberate.
Kinesias: My wife has ruined me and has worn me out.
Kinesias: As for the rest, she has gone off having shorn herself.
