Kinesias: Alas, what shall I suffer? Whom shall I punish?
Kinesias: having been deceived by the most beautiful of all?
955
Kinesias: How will I raise this one?
Kinesias: Where is the Fox?
Kinesias: rent me the tithe.
Chorus of old men: In a terrible plight, wretched man!
Chorus of old men: You tire the soul, having been deceived.
960
Chorus of old men: And I too pity you, alas.
Chorus of old men: for which, I ask, would either the kidneys hold out,
Chorus of old men: What soul, and what testicles,
Chorus of old men: What is the waist like, and what is the rump like?
Chorus of old men: straining
965
Chorus of old men: 'And not to work at dawn?'
Kinesias: O Zeus of terrible counter-strains.
Chorus of old men: But now this is what I have done to you.
Chorus of old men: the utterly detestable and utterly wretched one.
Kinesias: By Zeus, but she is dear and extremely sweet.
970
Chorus of old men: Which is sweet? A filthy, filthy one.
Kinesias: "Oh Zeus, oh Zeus, what a foul thing!"
Kinesias: if only she, just like the tomos!
Kinesias: with a huge swelling and a boil
Kinesias: having rubbed together and having grumbled.
975
Kinesias: Get out of here carrying it, and then you can let it go,
Kinesias: But let her bring it again to the earth,
Kinesias: and then suddenly
Kinesias: Let it wrap around the vulva.
Lysistrata. Aristophanes. . 2026-09-08.