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.
Myrrhine, my little darling Myrrhine, what are you saying? Come
down to me quick.
No indeed, not I.
I call you, Myrrhine, Myrrhine; won't you please come?
Why should you call me? You do not want me.
Not want you! Why, here I stand, stiff with desire!
(She turns, as if to go.)