Aristophanes, Lysistrata, 321

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Chorus of Women: Fly, fly, Nikodike,

Chorus of Women: before the Calyke was burned down.

Chorus of Women: let her even sing about Kritylla

Chorus of Women: †by the burdensome laws†

Chorus of Women: by the ruin of old men.

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Chorus of Women: But I am afraid of this, lest they come as a last-minute help.

Chorus of Women: For now, having filled the hydria with water, we have swept it.

Chorus of Women: with difficulty from the spring, beneath the crowd and the noise and the clamor

Chorus of Women: a potter's vessel,

Chorus of Women: being pelted with rushes.

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Chorus of Women: nine with tattoos, eagerly.

Chorus of Women: having prayed to my own

Chorus of Women: for the wives who are being burned

Chorus of Women: carrying water, I come to help.

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.) — 321 focus

Χορὸς Γυναικῶν

πέτου πέτου Νικοδίκη,

πρὶν ἐμπεπρῆσθαι Καλύκην

τε καὶ Κρίτυλλαν περιφυσήτω

†ὑπό τε νόμων † ἀργαλέων

ὑπό τε γερόντων ὀλέθρων.
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ἀλλὰ φοβοῦμαι τόδε, μῶν ὑστερόπους βοηθῶ.

νῦν δὴ γὰρ ἐμπλησαμένη τὴν ὑδρίαν κνεφαία

μόλις ἀπὸ κρήνης ὑπʼ ὄχλου καὶ θορύβου καὶ πατάγου

χυτρείου,

δούλαισιν ὠστιζομένη
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στιγματίαις θʼ, ἁρπαλέως

ἀραμένη ταῖσιν ἐμαῖς

δημότισιν καομέναις

φέρουσʼ ὕδωρ βοηθῶ.

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.) — 321 focus

Chorus of WOMEN.

Nicodice, helter-skelter!

Or poor Calyce's in flames

And Cratylla's stifled in the welter.

O these dreadful old men

And their dark laws of hate!
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There, I'm all of a tremble lest I turn out to be too late.

I could scarcely get near to the spring though I rose before dawn,

What with tattling of tongues and rattling of pitchers in one jostling din

With slaves pushing in!....

Still here at last the water's drawn
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And with it eagerly I run

To help those of my friends who stand

In danger of being burned alive.

Aristophanes Lysistrata 321

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