Chorus of old men: O much-wasting speaker, counselor of this land,
Chorus of old men: Why do you engage yourself in conversation with these beasts?
Chorus of old men: You do not know what a bath this has just washed us with.
Chorus of old men: in these little tunics, and these without plaster?
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Chorus of Women: But, O my honey, one must not offer [things] to one's neighbors at random.
Chorus of Women: The hand! If you do this, you must be beaten.
Chorus of Women: since I wish to sit modestly like a young girl,
Chorus of Women: grieve not at all here, move not even a straw,
Chorus of Women: May no one stare at me like a wasp and buzz around me.
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Lysistrata. Aristophanes. . 2026-09-08.