Alas! alas! how I am tortured by spasm and rigid convulsion! Oh! I am racked on the wheel! LYSISTRATA Who is this that dares to pass our lines? CINESIAS It is I. LYSISTRATA What, a man? CINESIAS Very much so! LYSISTRATA Get out. CINESIAS But who are you that thus repulses me? LYSISTRATA The sentinel of the day. CINESIAS For the gods' sake, call Myrrhine. LYSISTRATA Call Myrrhine, you say? And who are you? CINESIAS I am her husband, Cinesias, son of Paeon.
