What villainies they contrive! Come, let vengeance fall, You that below the waist are still alive, Off with your tunics at my call — Naked, all. For … - Aristophanes

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What villainies they contrive! Come, let vengeance fall, You that below the waist are still alive, Off with your tunics at my call — Naked, all. For a man must strip to battle like a man. No quaking, brave steps taking, careless what’s ahead, white shoed, in the nude, onward bold, All ye who garrisoned Leipsidrion of old. . . . Let each one wag As youthfully as he can, And if he has the cause at heart Rise at least a span.