Forward, my gallant companions; march forth, ye vendors of grain
and eggs, garlic and vegetables, keepers of taverns and bakeries,
wrench and strike and tear; come, a torrent of invective and insult!
(They beat the Scythians who retire in haste.) Enough, enough now
retire, never rob the vanquished!
(The women withdraw.)
How unfortunate for my officers!
Ah, ha! so you thought you had only to do with a set of
slave-women! you did not know the ardour that fills the bosom of
Ardour! yes, by Apollo, ardour enough-especially for the wine-cup!
LEADER OF CHORUS OF OLD MEN
Sir, sir what good are words? they are of no avail with wild
beasts of this sort. Don't you know how they have just washed us
down-and with no very fragrant soap!
LEADER OF CHORUS OF WOMEN
What would you have? You should never have laid rash hands on
us. If you start afresh, I'll knock your eyes out. My delight is to