Part 15 (2/2)

WOMAN

It's obvious what it means.

LYSISTRATA

Now by all the G.o.ds We must let no agony deter from duty, Back to your quarters. For we are base indeed, My friends, if we betray the oracle.

_She goes out._

OLD MEN.

I'd like to remind you of a fable they used to employ, When I was a little boy: How once through fear of the marriage-bed a young man, Melanion by name, to the wilderness ran, And there on the hills he dwelt.

For hares he wove a net Which with his dog he set-- Most likely he's there yet.

For he never came back home, so great was the fear he felt.

I loathe the s.e.x as much as he, And therefore I no less shall be As chaste as was Melanion.

MAN

Grann'am, do you much mind men?

WOMAN

Onions you won't need, to cry.

MAN

From my foot you shan't escape.

WOMAN

What thick forests I espy.

MEN

So much Myronides' fierce beard And thundering black back were feared, That the foe fled when they were shown-- Brave he as Phormion.

WOMEN.

Well, I'll relate a rival fable just to show to you A different point of view: There was a rough-hewn fellow, Timon, with a face That glowered as through a thorn-bush in a wild, bleak place.

He too decided on flight, This very Furies' son, All the world's ways to shun And hide from everyone, Spitting out curses on all knavish men to left and right.

But though he reared this hate for men, He loved the women even then, And never thought them enemies.

WOMAN

O your jaw I'd like to break.

MAN

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