Lysistrata. Aristophanes. . 2026-09-08.
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Λυσιστράτη Perseus (Aristophanes. Aristophanis Comoediae, Vol. 2. Hall, F. W. and Geldart, William M., editors. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1907.) — 1112 focus
Λυσιστράτη
ἀλλʼ οὐχὶ χαλεπὸν τοὔργον, εἰ λάβοι γέ τις
ὀργῶντας ἀλλήλων τε μὴ ʼκπειρωμένους.
τάχα δʼ εἴσομαι ʼγώ. ποῦ ʼστιν ἡ Διαλλαγή;
πρόσαγε λαβοῦσα πρῶτα τοὺς Λακωνικούς,
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καὶ μὴ χαλεπῇ τῇ χειρὶ μηδʼ αὐθαδικῇ,
μηδʼ ὥσπερ ἡμῶν ἅνδρες ἀμαθῶς τοῦτʼ ἔδρων,
ἀλλʼ ὡς γυναῖκας εἰκός, οἰκείως πάνυ,
ἢν μὴ διδῷ τὴν χεῖρα, τῆς σάθης ἄγε.
ἴθι καὶ σὺ τούτους τοὺς Ἀθηναίους ἄγε,
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οὗ δʼ ἂν διδῶσι πρόσαγε τούτους λαβομένη.
ἄνδρες Λάκωνες στῆτε παρʼ ἐμὲ πλησίον,
ἐνθένδε δʼ ὑμεῖς, καὶ λόγων ἀκούσατε.
ἐγὼ γυνὴ μέν εἰμι, νοῦς δʼ ἔνεστί μοι,
αὐτὴ δʼ ἐμαυτῆς οὐ κακῶς γνώμης ἔχω,
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τοὺς δʼ ἐκ πατρός τε καὶ γεραιτέρων λόγους
πολλοὺς ἀκούσασʼ οὐ μεμούσωμαι κακῶς.
λαβοῦσα δʼ ὑμᾶς λοιδορῆσαι βούλομαι
κοινῇ δικαίως, οἳ μιᾶς ἐκ χέρνιβος
βωμοὺς περιρραίνοντες ὥσπερ ξυγγενεῖς
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Ὀλυμπίασιν, ἐν Πύλαις, Πυθοῖ
πόσους
εἴποιμʼ ἂν ἄλλους, εἴ με μηκύνειν δέοι;
ἐχθρῶν παρόντων βαρβάρων στρατεύματι
Ἕλληνας ἄνδρας καὶ πόλεις ἀπόλλυτε.
εἷς μὲν λόγος μοι δεῦρʼ ἀεὶ περαίνεται.
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Ἀθηναῖος
ἐγὼ δʼ ἀπόλλυμαί γʼ ἀπεψωλημένος.
Λυσιστράτη
εἶτʼ ὦ Λάκωνες, πρὸς γὰρ ὑμᾶς τρέψομαι,
οὐκ ἴσθʼ ὅτʼ ἐλθὼν δεῦρο Περικλείδας ποτὲ
ὁ Λάκων Ἀθηναίων ἱκέτης καθέζετο
ἐπὶ τοῖσι βωμοῖς ὠχρὸς ἐν φοινικίδι
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στρατιὰν προσαιτῶν; ἡ δὲ Μεσσήνη τότε
ὑμῖν ἐπέκειτο χὠ θεὸς σείων ἅμα.
ἐλθὼν δὲ σὺν ὁπλίταισι τετρακισχιλίοις
Κίμων ὅλην ἔσωσε τὴν Λακεδαίμονα.
ταυτὶ παθόντες τῶν Ἀθηναίων ὕπο
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δῃοῦτε χώραν, ἧς ὑπʼ εὖ πεπόνθατε;
Ἀθηναῖος
ἀδικοῦσιν οὗτοι νὴ Δίʼ ὦ Λυσιστράτη.
Λάκων
ἀδικίομες· ἀλλʼ ὁ πρωκτὸς ἄφατον ὡς καλός.
Λυσιστράτη
ὑμᾶς δʼ ἀφήσειν τοὺς Ἀθηναίους
μʼ οἴει;
οὐκ ἴσθʼ ὅθʼ ὑμᾶς οἱ Λάκωνες αὖθις αὖ
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κατωνάκας φοροῦντας ἐλθόντες δορὶ
πολλοὺς μὲν ἄνδρας Θετταλῶν ἀπώλεσαν,
πολλοὺς δʼ ἑταίρους Ἱππίου καὶ ξυμμάχους,
ξυνεκμαχοῦντες τῇ τόθʼ ἡμέρᾳ μόνοι,
κἠλευθέρωσαν κἀντὶ τῆς κατωνάκης
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τὸν δῆμον ὑμῶν χλαῖναν ἠμπέσχον πάλιν;
Translations (1)
Lysistrata (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Jack Lindsay). Migrated from Perseus legacy XML; source wording and notes retained. See TEI header and migration inventory.) — 1112 focus
LYSISTRATA
An easy task if the love's raging home-sickness
Doesn't start trying out how well each other
Will serve instead of us. But I'll know at once
If they do. O where's that girl, Reconciliation?
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Bring first before me the Spartan delegates,
And see you lift no rude or violent hands—
None of the churlish ways our husbands used.
But lead them courteously, as women should.
And if they grudge fingers, guide them by other methods,
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And introduce them with ready tact. The Athenians
Draw by whatever offers you a grip.
Now, Spartans, stay here facing me. Here you,
Athenians. Both hearken to my words.
I am a woman, but I'm not a fool.
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And what of natural intelligence I own
Has been filled out with the remembered precepts
My father and the city-elders taught me.
First I reproach you both sides equally
That when at Pylae and
Olympia
,
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At
Pytho
and the many other shrines
That I could name, you sprinkle from one cup
The altars common to all Hellenes, yet
You wrack Hellenic cities, bloody
Hellas
With deaths of her own sons, while yonder clangs
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The gathering menace of barbarians.
ATHENIANS
We cannot hold it in much longer now.
LYSISTRATA
Now unto you, O Spartans, do I speak.
Do you forget how your own countryman,
Pericleidas, once came hither suppliant
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Before our altars, pale in his purple robes,
Praying for an army when in
Messenia
Danger growled, and the Sea-god made earth quayer.
Then with four thousand hoplites Cimon marched
And saved all
Sparta
. Yet base ingrates now,
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You are ravaging the soil of your preservers.
ATHENIANS
By Zeus, they do great wrong, Lysistrata.
SPARTANS
Great wrang, indeed. O! What a luscious wench!
LYSISTRATA
And now I turn to the Athenians.
Have you forgotten too how once the Spartans
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In days when you wore slavish tunics, came
And with their spears broke a Thessalian host
And all the partisans of Hippias?
They alone stood by your shoulder on that day.
They freed you, so that for the slave's short skirt
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You should wear the trailing cloak of liberty.
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