Lysistrata by Fletcher Flora

I had better go at once and see what Calonice wants. Did you say she is in the court?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    Lysistrata went out to meet Calonice, and Theoris lingered in the kitchen to have her behind patted by the cook. There were virtues in the cook, as Theoris had learned, of which Lysistrata was not aware, and his exceptional talent was by no means limited to the preparation of Boeotian eels.
    “You’re a naughty fellow,” she said.
    “That’s what you say every time.”
    “Because you are a naughty fellow every time. You’re lewd and vulgar, that’s what you are. You must always be pinching and patting.”
    “Oh, come off. You like to be pinched and patted.”
    “What makes you think so?”
    “Because you make yourself available. Do you think I’m a fool, just because I had the misfortune to be made a slave? If you don’t like to be pinched and patted, you have only to stay out of reach?”
    “I permit it only to tease you. I know what you’re after, all right, and it’s much more fun to refuse you if you are properly eager.”
    “If you try such business with me, you are likely to end up in the chowder.”
    “What a violent fellow you are! Besides being naughty, you are violent and dominating. I’m absolutely terrified!”
    “You can mock if you wish, but you will learn that I am not a man to be trifled with. Moreover, it doesn’t become you to be so conceited. In spite of being pretty and having a tempting behind, you are nothing but an ignorant slave.”
    “Well, just hear who’s calling who an ignorant slave! Have you, perhaps, been elevated to citizenship overnight?”
    “It’s true that I am a slave, just as you, but it’s also true that I am a master of my trade, which is highly esteemed in Athens, and therefore I am exceptional and to a degree honored.”
    “Indeed! It may interest you to know that I am a master of my trade, too, which is the trade of all women, whether they are citizens or slaves, and if you were not such an ugly and offensive fellow, I might be tempted to prove it to you.”
    “If you don’t watch your step, you may be required to prove it whether you are tempted or not. Tease me indeed! One would think, to hear you talk, that you were the most accomplished temptress, rather than a simple house slave who is excited to the grossest vanity just because someone occasionally pinches her behind. Perhaps you are afflicted with delusions of grandeur because you have the same name as the famous Theoris who slept with all the Athenian Generals and peddled their secrets to the Persians.”
    “I know nothing about Theoris or Athenian Generals or Persians, but I don’t mind telling you that I am now receiving instruction from the Mistress, who is about as accomplished an instructor as one could wish.”
    “Your loose tongue will surely get you into trouble. What do you mean, you foolish wench, instruction from the Mistress?”
    “Never mind.”
    “Oh, I know what you mean, all right. You’ve been peeping at night, that’s what you mean, and if you get caught at it you will not have enough skin left on your behind to pinch.”
    “That’s a lie. I have not been peeping. Moreover, if you want to know, there is nothing to peep at.”
    “Nothing to peep at! With the Master just back from Pylos after seven months? You are certainly as green as grass, in spite of your big talk, and there’s no question about it.”
    “You may accuse me of anything you like, but it is true just the same. You are not as close to the intimate affairs of this house as I am, and I assure you that the Master has not been permitted to take his feet off the floor of the Mistress’s room since returning home.”
    “Careful! If you are determined to lie, you had at least better tell one that is reasonable!”
    “Oh, well, if you don’t care to believe me, you needn’t think it makes the slightest difference to me. I’m only trying to keep you informed of affairs, which is hopeless, I