Soldiers in arms promenading and marketing.
Stratyllis [leader of the chorus of women]. Yea, by divine Aphrodite, 'tis true.
Lys. Now in the market you see them like Corybants,
jangling about with their armour of mail.
Fiercely they stalk in the midst of the crockery,
sternly parade by the cabbage and kail.
Mag. Right, for a soldier should always be soldierly!
Lys. Troth, 'tis a mighty ridiculous jest,
Watching them haggle for shrimps in the market-place,
grimly accoutred with shield and with crest.