will,-but to rob us of the sweetest thing in all the world, Lysistrata
LYSISTRATA (to MYRRHINE)
Yes, I agree with the others; I too would sooner go through the
Oh, wanton, vicious sex! the poets have done well to make
tragedies upon us; we are good for nothing then but love and lewdness!
But you, my dear, you from hardy Sparta, if you join me, all may yet
be well; help me, second me, I beg you.
'Tis a hard thing, by the two goddesses it is! for a woman to
sleep alone without ever a strong male in her bed. But there, peace
must come first.
Oh, my darling, my dearest, best friend, you are the only one
deserving the name of woman!
But if-which the gods forbid-we do refrain altogether from what