women, if we would compel our husbands to make peace, we must
Refrain from what? tell us, tell us!
But will you do it?
We will, we will, though we should die of it.
We must refrain from the male altogether.... Nay, why do you
turn your backs on me? Where are you going? So, you bite your lips,
and shake your heads, eh? Why these pale, sad looks? why these
tears? Come, will you do it-yes or no? Do you hesitate?
I will not do it, let the war go on.
Nor will I; let the war go on.
LYSISTRATA (to MYRRHINE)
And you say this, my pretty flat-fish, who declared just now
they might split you in two?
Anything, anything but that! Bid me go through the fire, if you