[Y]ou [man] are fool enough, it seems, to dare to war with [woman=] me, when for your faithful ally you might win me easily.

Chorus of women: [...] Oh! my good, gallant Lysistrata, and all my friends, be ever like a bundle of nettles; never let you anger slacken; the wind of fortune blown our way.

When men drink, then they are rich and successful and win lawsuits and are happy and help their friends. Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.

When men drink wine they are rich, they are busy, they push lawsuits, they are happy, they are friends.

These impossible women! How they do get around us! The poet was right: can't live with them, or without them!

Times change. The vices of your age are stylish today.

Comedy too can sometimes discern what is right. I shall not please, but I shall say what is true.