THE LYSISTRATA, 44-66
Trimmed and bedizened ^a in our saffron silk||*
Our cambric robes, and little finical shoes.
ly.  Why, they're the very things I hope will save us.
Your saffron dresses, and your finical shoes,
Your paints, and perfumes, and your robes of gauze.
ca.   How mean you, save us ?
iy.	So that nevermore
Men in our day shall lift the hostile spear—
ca.   O, by the Twain,^5 I'll use the saffron dye.
ly.  Or grasp the shield—
ca.	I'll don the cambric robe.
ly.  Or draw the sword.
ca.	I'll wear the finical shoes.
ly.  Should not the women, then, have come betimes ?
ca.   Come ? no, by Zeus; they should have flown with wings.
ly.  Ah, friend, you'll find them Attic to the core :
Always too late in everything they do.
Not even one woman from, the coast has come,
Not one from Sal amis.
ca.	O they, no doubt,
Will cross, this morning,'early, in their'boats.^0.
ly.  And those I counted sure to come the first,
My .staunch'Achamian damsels, they're not here-—
Not they.
ca.	And yet Theagenes's wife
Consulted Hecate,^ as if to cornel
Hi! but they're coming now : here they all are :
First one> and then another.   Hoity toity !
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