Myrrhiné.
You are as sweet as your father is provoking! Let me kiss you, my treasure, mother’s darling!
Cinesias.
Ah! what a bad thing it is to let yourself be led away by other women! Why give me such pain and suffering, and yourself into the bargain?
Myrrhiné.
Hands off, sir!
Cinesias.
Everything is going to rack and ruin in the house.
Myrrhiné.
I don’t care.
Cinesias.
But your web that’s all being pecked to pieces by the cocks and hens, don’t you care for that?
Myrrhiné.
Precious little.
Cinesias.
And Aphrodité, whose mysteries you have not celebrated for so long? Oh! won’t you come back home?
Myrrhiné.
No, at least, not till a sound Treaty put an end to the War.
Cinesias.
Well, if you wish it so much, why, we'll make it, your Treaty.
Myrrhiné.
Well and good! When that’s done, I will come home. Till then, I am bound by an oath.
