[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.
Men: There is no beast, no rush of fire, like woman so untamed. She calmly goes her way where even panthers would be shamed. Women: And yet you are fool enough, it seems, to dare to war with me, when for your faithful ally you might win me easily.
Chorus : Come now, ye men, in nature darkling, like to the race of leaves, of little might, figures of clay, shadowy feeble tribes, wingless creatures of a day, miserable mortals, dream-like men.
Chorus : Full of wiles, full of guile, at all times, in all ways, are the children of Men.
Women: It should not prejudice my voice that I'm not born a man, if I say something advantageous to the present situation. For I'm taxed too, and as a toll provide men for the nation.
Lysistrata: O women, if we would compel the men to bow to Peace, We must refrain from every depth of love.. Why do you turn your backs? Where are you going? Why do you bite your lips and shake your heads? Why are your faces blanched? Why do you weep?