Chorus of old men: How terrible, oh lord Heracles!
Chorus of old men: having fallen upon me out of the pot,
Chorus of old men: just as a rabid dog bites with its eyes;
Chorus of old men: And indeed, the fire is from Lemnos.
Chorus of old men: by every device.
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Chorus of old men: For never before have they gnashed their teeth so savagely at me.
Chorus of old men: hurry before into the city.
Chorus of old men: and help the goddess.
Chorus of old men: Shall we come to her aid sooner or now, Laches?
Chorus of old men: Phew, phew.
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Chorus of old men: Ouch, ouch, the smoke!
Lysistrata. Aristophanes. . 2026-09-08.