Lysistrata   

Quick, oh! be quick! Life has no more charms for me since she left


my house. I am sad, sad, when I go indoors; it all seems so empty;


my victuals have lost their savour. And all because of this erection


that I can't get rid of!


MYRRHINE (to LYSISTRATA, over her shoulder)


I love him, oh! I love him; but he won't let himself be loved. No!


I shall not come.


CINESIAS


Myrrhine, my little darling Myrrhine, what are you saying? Come


down to me quick.


MYRRHINE


No indeed, not I.


CINESIAS


I call you, Myrrhine, Myrrhine; won't you please come?


MYRRHINE


Why should you call me? You do not want me.


CINESIAS


Not want you! Why, here I stand, stiff with desire!


oMYRRHINE


Good-bye.


(She turns, as if to go.)