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“Magistrate: What do you propose to do then, pray? Lysistrata: You ask me that! Why, we propose to administer the treasury ourselves Magistrate: You do? Lysistrata: What is there in that a surprise to you? Do we not administer the budget of household expenses? Magistrate: But that is not the same thing. Lysistrata: How so – not the same thing? Magistrate: It is the treasury supplies the expenses of the War. Lysistrata: That's our first principle – no War!”

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Aristophanes
Aristophanes

Ancient Greek playwright, known as the father of comedy. Born in 444 BC and died in 385 BC. His works have had a profound impact on subsequent drama, with masterpieces such as 'The Clouds' and 'The Birds'. more

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