Chorus of old men: This fire has kept watch for the sake of the gods and is alive.
Chorus of old men: Then surely, if we were to put the two of them on a piece of wood first there,
Chorus of old men: having put the lantern into the pot from the vine
Chorus of old men: If we were to touch it and then, with a shout, fall upon the door?
Chorus of old men: And even if they do not call upon the wedges, let the women loosen them,
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Chorus of Old Men: We must set the doors on fire and press them with the smoke.
Chorus of old men: Let us then take up the burden. Alas for the smoke, it is choking!
Chorus of old men: Who would be a partner in the wood of the generals in Samos?
Chorus of Old Men: These things have now ceased to press upon my spine.
Chorus of old men: But your task, pot, is to stir up the charcoal,
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Chorus of old men: How you will bring the torch to me, which you have extinguished, first of all.
Chorus of old men: Lady Victory, be kind to the women in the city.
Chorus of old men: to set up a trophy of the boldness that stands here now.
Chorus of Women: I seem to see a green log and smoke, women.
Chorus of Women: like a burning fire; we must hurry quickly.
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Lysistrata. Aristophanes. . 2026-09-08.