allies, on whom Nature has lavished virtue, grace, boldness,
cleverness, and whose wisely directed energy is going to save the
LEADER OF CHORUS OF WOMEN
Oh! my good, gallant Lysistrata, and all my friends, be ever
like a bundle of nettles; never let your anger slacken; the winds of
fortune blow our way.
May gentle Love and the sweet Cyprian Queen shower seductive
charms on our breasts and our thighs. If only we may stir so amorous a
feeling among the men that they stand as firm as sticks, we shall
indeed deserve the name of peace-makers among the Greeks.
How will that be, pray?
To begin with, we shall not see you any more running like mad
fellows to the Market holding lance in fist.
That will be something gained, anyway, by the Paphian goddess,