you say, should we get peace any sooner?
Of course we should, by the goddesses twain! We need only sit
indoors with painted cheeks, and meet our mates lightly clad in
transparent gowns of Amorgos silk, and perfectly depilated; they
will get their tools up and be wild to lie with us. That will be the
time to refuse, and they will hasten to make peace, I am convinced
Yes, just as Menelaus, when he saw Helen's naked bosom, threw away
his sword, they say.
But, oh dear, suppose our husbands go away and leave us.
Then, as Pherecrates says, we must "flay a skinned dog," that's
Fiddlesticks! these proverbs are all idle talk.... But if our
husbands drag us by main force into the bedchamber?
Hold on to the door posts.