Shakespeare wrote sculduddery because he liked it, and for no other reason; his sensuality is the measure of his vitality. - Aristophanes

Lysistrata: [...] I will not allow either lover or husband -
Myrrhine: I will not allow either lover or husband -
Lysistrata: - to approach me in a state of erection. Go on!
Myrrhine: - to approach me in - a state of - erection [...]
Lysistrata: And I will live at home in unsullied chastity -
Myrrhine: And I will live at home in unsullied chastity -
Lysistrata: - wearing my saffron gown and my sexiest make-up
Myrrhine: - wearing my saffron gown and my sexiest make-up
Lysistrata: - to inflame my husband's ardour.
Myrrhine: - to inflame my husband's ardour.
Lysistrata: But I will never willingly yield myself to him.
Myrrhine: But I will never willingly yield myself to him.
Lysistrata: And should he rape me by force against my will -
Myrrhine: And should he rape me by force against my will -
Lysistrata: - I will submit passively and will not thrust back.
Myrrhine: - I will submit passively and will not thrust back.
Lysistrata: I will not raise my slippers towards the ceiling.
Myrrhine: I will not raise my slippers towards the ceiling.
Lysistrata: I will not adopt the lioness-on-a-cheesegrater position.
Myrrhine: I will not adopt the lioness-on-a-cheesegrater position.
Lysistrata: If I abide by this oath, may I drink from this [wine] cup.
Myrrhine: If I abide by this oath, may I drink from this [wine] cup.
Lysistrata: But if I break it, may the cup be filled with water.
Myrrhine: But if I break it, may the cup be filled with water.

Lamachus: Ah! the Generals! they are numerous, but not good for much! (tr. Athen. 1912, vol. 1, Perseus)

Phid. In what then, pray, shall I obey you?
Strep. Reform your habits as quickly as possible, and go
and learn what I advise.
Phid. Tell me now, what do you prescribe?
Strep. And will you obey me at all?
Phid. By Bacchus, I will obey you.
Strep. Look this way then! Do you see this little door
and little house?
Phid. I see it. What then, pray, is this, father?
Strep. This is a thinking-shop of wise spirits. There
dwell men who in speaking of the heavens persuade people
that it is an oven, and that it encompasses us, and that
we are the embers. These men teach, if one give them
money, to conquer in speaking, right or wrong.
Phid. Who are they?
Strep. I do not know the name accurately. They are
minute philosophers, noble and excellent.
Phid. Bah! They are rogues; I know them. You mean the
quacks, the pale-faced wretches, the bare-footed
fellows, of whose numbers are the miserable Socrates and
Chaerephon.
Strep. Hold! Hold! Be silent! Do not say anything
foolish. But, if you have any concern for your father's
patrimony, become one of them, having given up your
horsemanship.
Phid. I would not, by Bacchus, even if you were to give
me the pheasants which Leogoras rears!
Strep. Go, I entreat you, dearest of men, go and be
taught.
Phid. Why, what shall I learn?
Strep. They say that among them are both the two
causes — the better cause, whichever that is, and the
worse: they say that the one of these two causes, the
worse, prevails, though it speaks on the unjust side.
If, therefore you learn for me this unjust cause, I
would not pay any one, not even an obolus of these
debts, which I owe at present on your account.
Phid. I can not comply; for I should not dare to look
upon the knights, having lost all my colour.