LYSISTRATA
If they were trysting for a Bacchanal, A feast of Pan or Colias or Genetyllis, The tambourines would block the rowdy streets, But now there's not a woman to be seen Except--ah, yes--this neighbour of mine yonder. Good day Calonice.
CALONICE
Good day Lysistrata. But what has vexed you so? Tell me, child. What are these black looks for? It…
