Lysistrata quotes

Good day Lysistrata. But what has vexed you so? Tell me, child. What are these black looks for? It doesn't suit you To knit your eyebrows up glumly like that.

Calonice, it's more than I can bear, I am hot all over with blushes for our sex.

Men say we're slippery rogues--

Lewd to the least drop in the tiniest vein, Our sex is fitly food for Tragic Poets,

Our whole life's but a pile of kisses and babies.

But, hardy Spartan, if you join with me All may be righted yet. O help me, help me.

There's only left then, in Pherecrates' phrase, To flay a skinned dog--flay more our flayed desires.

Bah, proverbs will never warm a celibate.

But what avail will your scheme be if the men Drag us for all our kicking on to the couch?

Stop this banging. I'm coming of my own accord.... Why bars?

It is not bars we need but common sense.

Indeed, you slut! Where is the archer now? Arrest this woman, tie her hands behind.

Such awful oppression never, O never in the past yet I bore.

You must be saved, sirrah--that's all there is to it.

If we don't want to be saved?

O no I won't. Why are you calling me? You don't want me.

Not want you! with this week-old strength of love.

Don't go, please don't go, Myrrhine. At least you'll hear our child. Call your mother, lad.

O botheration take you all! How you cajole and flatter.

A hell it is to live with you; to live without, a hell:

How truly was that said. But come, these enmities let's quell. You stop from giving orders and I'll stop from doing wrong. So let's join ranks and seal our bargain with a choric song.

And if they grudge fingers, guide them by other methods, And introduce them with ready tact. The Athenians Draw by whatever offers you a grip. Now, Spartans, stay here facing me. Here you, Athenians. Both hearken to my words.

I am a woman, but I'm not a fool.

And what of natural intelligence I own Has been filled out with the remembered precepts My father and the city-elders taught me.

Let us be fenced wi' age long amity, O let this bond stick ever firm through thee In friendly happiness. Henceforth no guilefu' perjury be seen! O hither, hither O Thou wildwood queen.

Earth is delighted now, peace is the voice of earth.

Spartans, sort out your wives: Athenians, yours. Let each catch hands with his wife and dance his joy, Dance out his thanks, be grateful in music, And promise reformation with his heels.