Calonicé.
Lysistrata, say, what oath are we to swear?
Lysistrata.
What oath? Why, in Æschylus, they sacrifice a sheep, and swear over a buckler;[1] we will do the same.
Calonicé.
No, Lysistrata, one cannot swear peace over a buckler, surely.
Lysistrata.
What other oath do you prefer?
Calonicé.
Let’s take a white horse, and sacrifice it, and swear on its entrails.
Lysistrata.
But where get a white horse from?
Calonicé.
Well, what oath shall we take then?
Lysistrata.
Listen to me. Let’s set a great black bowl on the ground; let’s sacrifice a skin of Thasian[2] wine into it, and take oath not to add one single drop of water.
Lampito.
Ah! that’s an oath pleases me more than I can say.
Lysistrata.
Let them bring me a bowl and a skin of wine.
