Lysistrata Quotes in Lysistrata
Announce a debauch in honor of Bacchos,
a spree for Pan, some footling fertility fieldday,
and traffic stops—the streets are absolutely clogged
with frantic female banging on tambourines. No urging
for an orgy!
But today—there’s not one woman here.
I’m positively ashamed to be a woman—a member
of a sex which can’t even live up to male slanders!
To hear our husbands talk, we’re sly: deceitful,
always plotting, monsters of intrigue…
Us? Be practical. Wisdom for women? There’s nothing
cosmic about cosmetics—and Glamor is our only talent.
All we can do is sit, primped and painted,
made up and dressed up.
We can force our husbands to negotiate Peace,
Ladies, by exercising steadfast Self-Control—
By Total Abstinence…
By Total Abstinence…
from SEX!
I’m willing to walk through fire barefoot.
But not
to give up SEX—there’s nothing like it, Lysistrata!
Commissioner:
I DO NOT WANT TO BE SAVED, DAMMIT!
Lysistrata:
All the more reason.
It’s not only Sparta: now we’ll have to save you from
you.
It’s rather like yarn. When a hank’s in a tangle,
we lift it—so—and work out the snarls by winding it up
on spindles, now this way, now that way.
That’s how we’ll wind up the War.
I’ve lost my grip on the girls—they’re mad for men!
But sly—they slip out in droves.
Your duty is clear.
Pop him on the griddle, twist
the spit, braize him, baste him, stew him in his own
juice, do him to a turn. Sear him with kisses,
coyness, caresses, everything—
but stop where Our Oath
begins.
Now, dear, first get those Spartans and bring them to me…
Be a lady, be proper, do just what you’d do at home:
if hands are refused, conduct them by the handle…
And now a hand to the Athenians—it doesn’t matter
where; accept any offer—and bring them over.
Each man stand by his wife, each wife
by her husband. Dance to the gods’ glory, and thank
them for the happy ending. And, from now on, please be
careful. Let’s not make the same mistakes again.
Lysistrata Quotes in Lysistrata
Announce a debauch in honor of Bacchos,
a spree for Pan, some footling fertility fieldday,
and traffic stops—the streets are absolutely clogged
with frantic female banging on tambourines. No urging
for an orgy!
But today—there’s not one woman here.
I’m positively ashamed to be a woman—a member
of a sex which can’t even live up to male slanders!
To hear our husbands talk, we’re sly: deceitful,
always plotting, monsters of intrigue…
Us? Be practical. Wisdom for women? There’s nothing
cosmic about cosmetics—and Glamor is our only talent.
All we can do is sit, primped and painted,
made up and dressed up.
We can force our husbands to negotiate Peace,
Ladies, by exercising steadfast Self-Control—
By Total Abstinence…
By Total Abstinence…
from SEX!
I’m willing to walk through fire barefoot.
But not
to give up SEX—there’s nothing like it, Lysistrata!
Commissioner:
I DO NOT WANT TO BE SAVED, DAMMIT!
Lysistrata:
All the more reason.
It’s not only Sparta: now we’ll have to save you from
you.
It’s rather like yarn. When a hank’s in a tangle,
we lift it—so—and work out the snarls by winding it up
on spindles, now this way, now that way.
That’s how we’ll wind up the War.
I’ve lost my grip on the girls—they’re mad for men!
But sly—they slip out in droves.
Your duty is clear.
Pop him on the griddle, twist
the spit, braize him, baste him, stew him in his own
juice, do him to a turn. Sear him with kisses,
coyness, caresses, everything—
but stop where Our Oath
begins.
Now, dear, first get those Spartans and bring them to me…
Be a lady, be proper, do just what you’d do at home:
if hands are refused, conduct them by the handle…
And now a hand to the Athenians—it doesn’t matter
where; accept any offer—and bring them over.
Each man stand by his wife, each wife
by her husband. Dance to the gods’ glory, and thank
them for the happy ending. And, from now on, please be
careful. Let’s not make the same mistakes again.