Magistrate: "Damn my luck, I'm out of policemen. But men must never, ever be worsted by women! Form up ranks, Scythians, and let's charge them!"
Lysistrata: "By the Two Goddesses, you'll soon discover that we also have four squadrons of fully armed combat women, waiting inside!"
Magistrate: "Scythians, twist their arms behind their backs!"
Lysistrata: "Women of the reserve, come out double time!"
Enter Old Women.
"Forward, you spawn of the marketplace, you soup and vegetable mongers! Forward, you landladies, you hawkers of garlic and bread! Tackle them! Hit them! Smash them! Call them names, the nastier the better! That's enough! Withdraw! Don't strip the bodies!"
Policemen run away howling; Old Women reenter the Acropolis. (449-461)
The Magistrate starts off this exchange by expressing his horror at the thought that men could be defeated by women—who are usually thought of as being less powerful than dudefolk. Lysistrata has no illusions about the fact that, on average, individual men are likely to be physically stronger than individual women. But is individual physical strength the only source of power? Far from it: power also comes from teamwork. We can see this in action when Lysistrata calls upon a whole host of different women to mount a counterattack against the Scythian policemen. Aw, yeah, Lysistrata & Co. Get it.