The Magistrate has arrived at Athens’ Acropolis. He is annoyed that
START: I hear it’s the same old thing again=-the unbridled nature of the female sex coming out. All their banging of drums in honour of that Sabazius god, and singing to Adonic on the roofs of the houses, and all that nonsense.
END: What are you gawping at, you fool? And You? Dreaming about pubs, eh? [Crowbars are brought in] Let’s get these bars under the doors and lever them up. I’ll help.
Aristophanes; Alan H. Sommerstein, Lysistrata/The Acharnians/The Clouds, Penguin Classics, 1973, pp.196-7.