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Believe me, you don't look a bit pretty with those black
lowering brows.

LYSISTRATA. Oh! Calonice, my heart is on fire; I blush for our sex. Men
_will_ have it we are tricky and sly. . . .

CALONICE. And they are quite right, upon my word!

LYSISTRATA. Yet, look you, when the women are summoned to meet for a
matter of the last importance, they lie abed instead of coming.

CALONICE. Oh! they will come, my dear; but 'tis not easy, you know, for
women to leave the house.
One is busy pottering about her husband;
another is getting the servant up; a third is putting her child asleep,
or washing the brat or feeding it.

LYSISTRATA. But I tell you, the business that calls them here is far and
away more urgent.

CALONICE. And why _do_ you summon us, dear Lysistrata? What is it all
about?

LYSISTRATA. About a big affair. [391]

CALONICE. And is it thick too?

LYSISTRATA. Yes indeed, both big and great.

CALONICE. And we are not all on the spot!

LYSISTRATA. Oh!