Laconian.
And I too, to dung it to start with.
Lysistrata.
That’s just what you shall do, once peace is signed. So, if you really want to make it, go consult your allies about the matter.
Athenian.
What allies, I should like to know? Why, we are all on the stand; not one but is mad to be fucking. What we all want, is to be abed with our wives; how should our allies fail to second our project?
Laconian.
And ours the same, for certain sure!
Athenians.
The Carystians first and foremost, by the gods!
Lysistrata.
Well said, indeed! Now be off to purify yourselves for entering the Acropolis, where the women invite you to supper; we will empty our provision baskets to do you honour. At table, you will exchange oaths and pledges; then each man will go home with his wife.
Athenian.
Come along then, and as quick as may be.
Laconian.
Lead on; I’m your man.
Athenian.
Quick, quick’s the word, say I.
Chorus of Women.
Embroidered stuffs, and dainty tunics, and flowing gowns, and golden ornaments, everything I have, I offer them you with all my heart; take them all for your children, for your girls, against they are chosen “basket-
