CHORUS OF OLD MEN. You put out my fire--you! CHORUS OF WOMEN. Yes, you shall soon see. CHORUS OF OLD MEN. I don't know what prevents me from roasting you with this torch. CHORUS OF WOMEN. I am getting you a bath ready to clean off the filth. CHORUS OF OLD MEN. A bath for me, you dirty slut, you! CHORUS OF WOMEN. Yes, indeed, a nuptial bath--he, he! CHORUS OF OLD MEN. Do you hear that? What insolence! CHORUS OF WOMEN. I am a free woman, I tell you. CHORUS OF OLD MEN. I will make you hold your tongue, never fear! CHORUS OF WOMEN. Ah, ha! you shall never sit more amongst the heliasts.[418] CHORUS OF OLD MEN. Burn off her hair for her! CHORUS OF WOMEN. Water, do your office! (_The women pitch the water in their water-pots over the old men._) CHORUS OF OLD MEN. Oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, dear! CHORUS OF WOMEN. Was it hot? CHORUS OF OLD MEN. Hot, great gods! Enough, enough! CHORUS OF WOMEN. I'm watering you, to make you bloom afresh. CHORUS OF OLD MEN. Alas! I am too dry! Ah, me! how I am trembling with cold! MAGISTRATE. These women, have they made din enough, I wonder, with their tambourines? bewept Adonis enough upon their terraces?[419] I was listening to the speeches last assembly day,[420] and Demostratus,[421] whom heaven confound! was saying we must all go over to Sicily--and lo! his wife was dancing round repeating: Alas! alas! Adonis, woe is me for Adonis! Demostratus was saying we must levy hoplites at Zacynthus[422]--and lo! his wife, more than half drunk, was screaming on the house-roof: "Weep, weep for Adonis!"--while that infamous _Mad Ox_[423] was bellowing away on his side.--Do ye not blush, ye women, for your wild and uproarious doings? CHORUS OF OLD MEN. But you don't know all their effrontery yet! They abused and insulted us; then soused us with the water in their water-pots, and have set us wringing out our clothes, for all the world as if we had bepissed ourselves.