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Was it hot?

Hot, great gods! Enough, enough!

I’m watering you, to make you bloom afresh.

Alas! I am too dry! Ah, me! how I am trembling with cold!

These women, have they made din enough, I wonder, with their tambourines? bewept Adonis enough upon their terraces? I was listening to the speeches last assembly day, and Demostratus, whom heaven confound! was saying we must all go over to Sicily—and lo! his wife was dancing round repeating: Alas! alas! Adonis, woe is me for Adonis!

Demostratus was saying we must levy hoplites at Zacynthus —and lo! his wife, more than half drunk, was screaming on the house-roof: “Weep, weep for Adonis!”—while that infamous Mad Ox was bellowing away on his side.—Do ye not blush, ye women, for your wild and uproarious doings?