Athenian.
You are right.
Laconian.
Quite right. There, I will slip on my tunic.
Athenian.
Oh! what a terrible state we are in! Greeting to you, Laconian fellow-sufferers.
Laconian (addressing one of his countrymen).
Ah! my boy, what a thing it would have been if these fellows had seen us just now when our tools were on full stand!
Athenian.
Speak out, Laconians, what is it brings you here?
Laconian.
We have come to treat for peace.
Athenian.
Well said; we are of the same mind. Better call Lysistrata then; she is the only person will bring us to terms.
Laconian.
Yes, yes—and Lysistratus into the bargain, if you will.
Chorus of Old Men.
Needless to call her; she has heard your voices, and here she comes.
Athenian.
Hail, boldest and bravest of womankind! The time is come to show yourself in turn uncompromising and conciliatory, exacting and yielding, haughty and condescending. Call up all your skill and artfulness. Lo!
