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The Ecclesiazusae   


See, here he is.
YOUNG GIRL
He's not thinking of you in the least.
FIRST OLD WOMAN
Aye, but he is.
YOUNG GIRL
Old starveling! Let's see what he will do. I will leave my window.
FIRST OLD WOMAN
And I likewise. You will see I am much wiser than you.
A YOUNG MAN (sings)
Ah! could I but sleep with the young girl without first making
love to the old flat-nose! It is intolerable for a free-born man.
FIRST OLD WOMAN (singing to the same tune)
Willy nilly, you must first gratify my desire. There shall be no
nonsense about that, for my authority is the law and the law must be
obeyed in a democracy.
(Speaking) But come, let me hide, to see what he's going to do.
(She retires.)
YOUNG MAN
Ah! ye gods, if I were to find the sweet child alone! the wine has
fired my lust.
YOUNG GIRL (reappearing in her window)
I have tricked that cursed old wretch; she has left her window,
thinking I would stay at home. Ah! here is the lover we were talking
of.
(She sings)
This way, my love, this way, come here and haste to rest the whole
night in my arms. I worship your lovely curly hair; I am consumed with
ardent desire. Oh! Eros, in thy mercy, compel him to my bed.
YOUNG MAN (standing beneath the YOUNG GIRL'S window and singing)
Come down and haste to open the door unless you want to see me
fall dead with desire. Dearest treasure, I am burning to yield
myself to voluptuous sport, lying on your bosom, to let my hands
play with your bottom. Aphrodite, why dost thou fire me with such
delight in her? Oh! Eros, I beseech thee, have mercy and make her
share my couch. Words cannot express the tortures I am suffering.
Oh! my adored one, I adjure you, open your door for me and press me to
your heart; 'tis for you that I am suffering. Oh! my jewel, my idol,
you child of Aphrodite, the confidante of the Muses, the sister of the
Graces, you living picture of voluptuousness, oh! open for me, press
me to your heart, 'tis for you that I am suffering.
(He knocks.)
FIRST OLD WOMAN (reappearing suddenly)
What are you knocking for? Are you looking for me?
YOUNG MAN
What an idea!
FIRST OLD WOMAN
But you were tapping at the door.
YOUNG MAN
Death would be sweeter.
FIRST OLD WOMAN
Why do you come with that torch in your hand?
YOUNG MAN
I am looking for a man from Anaphlystia.
FIRST OLD WOMAN
What's his name?
YOUNG MAN
Oh! it's not Sebinus, whom no doubt you are expecting.
FIRST OLD WOMAN (taking him by the arm)
By Aphrodite, you must, whether you like it or not.
YOUNG MAN (shaking her off
We are not now concerned with cases dated sixty years back; they
are remanded for a later day; we are dealing only with those of less
than twenty.

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