Lysistrata   

women, if we would compel our husbands to make peace, we must


refrain...


CLEONICE


Refrain from what? tell us, tell us!


LYSISTRATA


But will you do it?


MYRRHINE


We will, we will, though we should die of it.


LYSISTRATA


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?


CLEONICE


I will not do it, let the war go on.


MYRRHINE


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?


CLEONICE


Anything, anything but that! Bid me go through the fire, if you