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WOMEN: Let us lay down the pitchers, so our bodies will be free,
In case these lumping fellows try to cause some injury.

MEN: O hit them hard and hit again and hit until they run away,
And perhaps they'll learn, like Bupalus, not to have too much to say.

WOMEN: Come on, then--do it! I won't budge, but like a dog I'll bite
At every little scrap of meat that dangles in my sight.