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are yours! Ah! you fill me with pity. Could any man's back and loins


stand such a strain. He stands stiff and rigid, and there's never a


wench to help him!


CINESIAS


Ye gods in heaven, what pains I suffer!


LEADER OF CHORUS OF OLD MEN


Well, there it is; it's her doing, that abandoned hussy!


CINESIAS


No, no! rather say that sweetest, dearest darling.


(He departs.)


LEADER OF CHORUS OF OLD MEN


That dearest darling? no, no, that hussy, say I! Zeus, thou god of


the skies, canst not let loose a hurricane, to sweep them all up


into the air, and whirl them round, then drop them down crash! and


impale them on the point of this man's tool!


(A Spartan HERALD enters; he shows signs of being in the same


condition as CINESIAS.)



HERALD


Say, where shall I find the Senate and the Prytanes? I am bearer


of despatches.


(An Athenian MAGISTRATE enters.)

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