Chorus of Women: For I would not care about you, if Lampito is still alive.
Chorus of Women: and Ismenia, the Theban girl, a dear, noble child.
Chorus of Women: for there will be no power, nor even if you vote seven times,
Chorus of Women: whoever you were, wretched man, that you became hateful to everyone and even to the neighbors.
Chorus of Women: so that I, even on the very day before yesterday, was making a game.
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Chorus of Women: I called the courtesan for the boys from the neighbors,
Chorus of Women: a useful and beloved child, an eel from Boeotia;
Chorus of Women: But they said they would not send, because of your decrees.
Chorus of Women: And you will not stop these decrees until
Chorus of Women: Someone who grabs you by the leg will wrench your neck off while carrying you away.
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Lysistrata. Aristophanes. . 2026-09-08.