Welcome
   Home | Texts by category | | Quick Search:   
Authors
Works by Aristophanes
Pages of Lysistrata



Previous | Next
                  

Lysistrata   




You don't really mean that.


(She goes.)


CINESIAS


Damn the man who invented perfumes!


MYRRHINE (coming back with another flask)


Here, take this bottle.


CINESIAS


I have a better one allready for you, darling. Come, you provoking


creature, to bed with you, and don't bring another thing.


MYRRHINE


Coming, coming; I'm just slipping off my shoes. Dear boy, will you


vote for peace?


CINESIAS


I'll think about it. (MYRRHINE runs away.) I'm a dead man, she


is killing me! She has gone, and left me in torment! (in tragic


style)
I must have someone to lay, I must! Ah me! the loveliest of


women has choused and cheated me. Poor little lad, how am I to give


you what you want so badly? Where is Cynalopex? quick, man, get him


a nurse, do!


LEADER OF CHORUS OF OLD MEN


Poor, miserable wretch, baulked in your amorousness! what tortures

Previous | Next
Site Search