Magistrate.
But ’tis the very height of iniquity!
Lysistrata.
We’re going to save you, my man.
Magistrate.
But if I don’t want to be saved?
Lysistrata.
Why, all the more reason!
Magistrate.
But what a notion, to concern yourselves with questions of Peace and War!
Lysistrata.
We will explain our idea.
Magistrate.
Out with it then; quick, or . . . (threatening her).
Lysistrata.
Listen, and never a movement, please!
Magistrate.
Oh! it is too much for me! I cannot keep my temper!
A Woman.
Then look out for yourself; you have more to fear than we have.
Magistrate.
Stop your croaking, old crow, you! (To Lysistrata.) Now you, say your say.
Lysistrata.
Willingly. All the long time the War has lasted, we have endured in modest silence all you men did; we
