Lysistrata   

of Amyclae, and Athene of the Brazen House, and the gallant twin


sons of Tyndareus, who practise arms on the banks of the Eurotas


river. Haste, haste hither with nimble-footed pace, let us sing


Sparta, the city that delights in choruses divinely sweet and graceful


dances, when our maidens bound lightly by the river side, like


frolicsome fillies, beating the ground with rapid steps and shaking


their long locks in the wind, as Bacchantes wave their wands in the


wild revels of the Wine-god. At their head, oh! chaste and beauteous


goddess, daughter of Leto, Artemis, do thou lead the song and dance.


With a fillet binding thy waving tresses, appear in thy loveliness;


leap like a fawn, strike thy divine hands together to animate the


dance, and aid us to renown the valiant goddess of battles, great


Athene of the Brazen House!


(All depart, singing and dancing.)

THE END