LYSISTRATA
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Lysistrata.
Well, I will stay here to help you cajole the man and set his passions aflame. The rest of you, withdraw.
Cinesias.
Alas! alas! how I am tortured by spasm and rigid convulsion! Oh! I am racked on the wheel!
Lysistrata.
Who is this that dares to pass our lines?
Cinesias.
It is I.
Lysistrata.
What, a man?
Cinesias.
Yes, no doubt about it, a man!
Lysistrata.
Begone!
Cinesias.
But who are you that thus repulses me?
Lysistrata.
The sentinel of the day.
Cinesias.
By all the gods, call Myrrhiné hither.
Lysistrata.
Call Myrrhiné hither, quotha? And pray, who are you?
Cinesias.
I am her husband, Cinesias, son of Peon.
