Chorus of Women: Let go, oh! What was this? Men, villains through toil;
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Chorus of Women: For these men would never have done such good deeds, nor pious ones.
Chorus of old men: This affair has come to us to see unexpectedly.
Chorus of old men: This band of women comes again to help at the doors.
Chorus of Women: Why do you disgust us? Are we not thought to be many?
Chorus of Women: And indeed, you do not yet see even a ten-thousandth part of us.
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Chorus of Old Men: Shall we let these women chatter so much, Phaedria?
Chorus of old men: Should someone not have struck the wood and pounded it?
Chorus of Women: Let us also sit down on the ground, so that...
Chorus of Women: If anyone holds out his hand, let not this hinder me.
Chorus of old men: If by Zeus I have already [seen] their jaws twice or three times
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Chorus of old men: He cut [it] like Boupalos; he would not have had a voice.
Chorus of Women: And indeed, look, let someone strike; standing aside, I will step out,
Chorus of Women: Nor will any other dog of the dancers ever seize you.
Chorus of old men: If he does not be quiet, I will paint your old age with a red hue.
Chorus of Women: Touch only Strattis's [breast] with your finger, having approached.
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Chorus of old men: "What did you do with the ash to the joints? What will the terrible thing do to me?"
Chorus of Women: Your lungs will swell, and I will make your intestines burst.
Chorus of old men: No poet is wiser than Euripides;
Chorus of old men: For there is no creature so shameless as women.
Chorus of Women: Let us women lift the water-pitcher, Rhodippe.
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Chorus of old men: Why, you who are hateful to the gods, have you come here carrying water?
Chorus of Women: And what, you, having fire, you grave, are you going to burn yourself?
Chorus of old men: As for me, in order to set fire to the pyres of your beloved ones, I will kindle them.
Chorus of Women: But as for me, that I might extinguish your fire with this.
Chorus of old men: will you extinguish my fire?
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Chorus of Women: The deed itself will soon show.
Chorus of Old Men: I do not know whether I shall set myself firmly in this lighted torch.
Chorus of Women: If you happen to have a cloth, I will provide a bath.
Chorus of old men: You give me a bath, you rotten one?
Chorus of Women: And this is, at least, a wedding song.
Chorus of old men: Did you hear of her audacity?
Chorus of Women: for I am free.
Chorus of old men: I will stop your shouting now.
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Chorus of Women: But she is no longer basking in the sun.
Chorus of old men: Burn her hair.
Chorus of Women: Your work is to be annoying.
Chorus of old men: woe is me, wretched man.
Chorus of Women: Was it not warm?
Chorus of old men: Where is the heat? Will she not stop? What are you doing?
Chorus of Women: I shall water you so that you may sprout.
Chorus of old men: But now I am shaking.
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Chorus of Women: So since you have fire, you will pamper yourself.
Lysistrata. Aristophanes. . 2026-09-08.