Lysistrata: To seize the treasury; no more money, no more war.
Magistrate: May I die a thousand deaths ere I obey one who wears a veil!Lysistrata: If that's all that troubles you, here take my veil, wrap it round your head, and hold your tounge. Then take this basket; put on a girdle, card wool, munch beans. The War shall be women's business.
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.