I am sad, sad, when I go indoors; it all seems so empty;
my
victuals
have lost their savour.
Aristophanes
all the rest, they're good for nothing
compared with Cinesias."
CINESIAS. Oh! I beseech you, go and call her to me.
LYSISTRATA. And what will you give me for my trouble?
CINESIAS.
This, if you like (_handling his tool_). I will give you what I have
there!
LYSISTRATA. Well, well, I will tell her to come.
CINESIAS. Quick, oh! be quick! Life has no more charms for me since she
left my house.
I am sad, sad, when I go indoors; it all seems so empty;
my
victuals
have lost their savour.
Desire is eating out my heart!
MYRRHINE. I love him, oh! I love him; but he won't let himself be loved.
No! I shall not come.
CINESIAS. Myrrhine, my little darling Myrrhine, what are you saying? Come
down to me quick.
MYRRHINE. No indeed, not I.
CINESIAS. I call you, Myrrhine, Myrrhine; will you not come?
