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Ἑταιρικοὶ Διάλογοι Lucian of Samosata

4–5

LYSIAS
When I could make out the breath of more than one person, at first I thought Lyde was sleeping with her. But that wasn’t so, Pythias, for, when I touched her companion, it was a smooth-chinned, soft-skinned man, with his head shaved, and reeking of scent like a woman. If I’d had my sword with me, when I’d made this discovery, believe me, I wouldn’t have hesitated! Why are you laughing, Pythias? Do you see anything funny in what I say?
JOESSA
Was that what annoyed you, Lysias? It was Pythias here who was sleeping with me.
PYTHIAS
Don’t tell him, Joessa.
JOESSA
Why not? It was Pythias, darling. I asked her to sleep with me, because I was miserable without you. 5
LYSIAS
Pythias the man with the shaved head? Has she grown all this hair in the five days since then?
JOESSA
She had her head shaved, because she was ill and her hairs were falling out. But now she’s wearing a wig. Show him, Pythias, show him I’m telling the truth. Convince him. Take a look at the young man, the lover of whom you were so jealous!
LYSIAS
Well, hadn’t I good reason? Especially as I loved you, and had touched your companion with my own hands?
JOESSA
Then you believe me now? Do you want me to get my own back by annoying you? I’ve a perfect right to be angry in my turn.
LYSIAS
Please don’t. Let’s have some wine now, and Pythias with us. She ought to be there when the wine seals our truce. 5
JOESSA
So she shall. Oh, but how I’ve suffered because of you, Pythias, you noble young fellow!

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