Praxagora has called upon all of the most clever and accomplished
Take your seats, and, since you are all gathered here at last, let us see if what we decided on at the feast of the Scirophoria has been duly done.
Yes. Firstly, as agreed, I have let the hair under my armpits grow thicker than a bush; furthermore, whilst my husband was at the Assembly, I rubbed myself from head to foot with oil and then stood the whole day long in the sun.
So did I. I began by throwing away my razor, so that I might get quite hairy, and no longer resemble a woman.
Have you the beards that we had all to get ourselves for the Assembly?
Yea, by Hecate! Is this not a fine one?
Aye, much finer even than the one Epicrates has.
PRAXAGORA (to the other women)
Yes, yes; look, (they all nod
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