Aristophanes,
Aristophanes: The Eleven Comedies…
(1912)
“ I too would sooner go through the fire. Lysistrata. Oh, wanton, vicious sex! the poets have done well to make tragedies upon us; we are good for nothing then but love and lewdness! [16] But you, my dear, you from hardy Sparta, if you join me, all may yet be well; help me, second me, I conjure you. Lampito. ’Tis a hard thing, by the two goddesses [17] it is! for a woman to sleep alone without ever a standing weapon in her bed. But there, Peace must come first. Lysistrata. Oh, my dear, my dearest, best friend, you are the only one deserving the name of woman! ”
