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houses are now to be thought of as those of two prostitutes.)
FIRST OLD WOMAN (leaning out of the window of one house)
How is this? no men are coming? And yet it must be fully time!
Then it is for naught that I have painted myself with white lead,
dressed myself in my beautiful yellow robe, and that I am here,
frolicking and humming between my teeth to attract some passer-by! Oh,
Muses, alight upon my lips, inspire me with some soft Ionian
YOUNG GIRL (in the window of the other house)
You putrid old thing, you have placed yourself at the window
before me. You were expecting to strip my vines during my absence
and to trap some man in your snares with your songs. If you sing, I
shall follow suit; all this singing will weary the spectators, but
is nevertheless very pleasant and very diverting.
FIRST OLD WOMAN (thumbing her nose at the YOUNG GIRL)
Ha! here is an old man; take him and lead him away. (To the
As for you, you young flute-player, let us hear some
airs that are worthy of you and me.
(She sings)
Let him who wishes to taste pleasure come to my side. These
young things know nothing about it; it's only the women of ripe age
who understand the art of love, and no one could know how to fondle
the lover who possessed me so well as myself; the young girls are
all flightiness.
YOUNG GIRL (singing in her turn)
Don't be jealous of the young girls; voluptuousness resides in the
pure outline of their beautiful limbs and blossoms on their rounded
breasts; but you, old woman, you who are tricked out and perfumed as
if for your own funeral, are an object of love only for grim Death
FIRST OLD WOMAN (singing again)
May your tongue be stopped; may you be unable to find your couch
when you want to be loved. And on your couch, when your lips seek a
lover, may you embrace only a viper!
YOUNG GIRL (singing again)
Alas! alas! what is to become of me? There is no lover! I am
left here alone; my mother has gone out. (Interrupting her song)
There's no need to mention the rest. (Then singing again) Oh! my
dear nurse, I adjure you to call Orthagoras, and may heaven bless you.
Ah! poor child, desire is consuming you like an Ionian woman;
(interrupting again) and yet you are no stranger to the wanton arts of
the Lesbian women. (Resuming her song) But you shall not rob me of
my pleasures; you will not be able to reduce or filch the time that
first belongs to me.
Sing as much as you please, peep out like a cat lying in wait, but
none shall pass through your door without first having been to see me.
If anyone enter your house, it will be to carry out your corpse.
And that will be something new for you, you rotten old thing!
Can anything be new to an old woman? My old age will not harm you.
Ah! shame on your painted cheeks!
Why do you speak to me at all?
And why do you place yourself at the window?
I am singing to myself about my lover, Epigenes.
Can you have any other lover than that old fop Geres?
Epigenes will show you that himself, for he is coming to me.

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