Lysistrata   

They are from Anagyra.


CLEONICE


Yes! upon my word, 'tis a levy en masse of all the female


population of Anagyra!


(MYRRHINE enters, followed by other women.)


MYRRHINE


Are we late, Lysistrata? Tell us, pray; what, not a word?


LYSISTRATA


I cannot say much for you, Myrrhine! you have not bestirred


yourself overmuch for an affair of such urgency.


MYRRHINE


I could not find my girdle in the dark. However, if the matter


is so pressing, here we are; so speak.


CLEONICE


No, let's wait a moment more, till the women of Boeotia arrive and


those from the Peloponnese.


LYSISTRATA


Yes, that is best.... Ah! here comes Lampito. (LAMPITO, a husky


Spartan damsel, enters with three others, two from Boeotia and one


from Corinth.) Good day, Lampito, dear friend from Lacedaemon. How


well and handsome you look! what a rosy complexion! and how strong you