Lysistrata

LYSISTRATA stands alone with the Propylaea at her back. LYSISTRATA If they were trysting for a Bacchanal, A feast of Pan or Colias or Genetyllis, The tambourines would block the rowdy streets, But now there's not a woman to be seen Except--ah, yes--this neighbour of mine yonder. Enter CALONICE. Good day Calonice.