Lysistrata

LYSISTRATA: Ah if only they had been invited to a Bacchic revelling, or a feast of Pan or Aphrodite or Genetyllis, why the streets would have been impassable for the thronging tambourines Now there's never a woman here - ah except my neighbour Cleonice, whom I see approaching yonder. . . . Good day, Cleonice. CLEONICE: Good day, Lysistrata; but pray, why this dark, forbidding face, my dear? Believe me, you don't look a bit pretty with those black lowering brows. LYSISTRATA: Oh, Cleonice, my heart is on fire; I blush for our sex. Men will have it we are tricky and sly. . . .