There are plenty of weapons.

The Jews--[At that time about two-fifths of the whole population.]--are not stirring, Onias thinks he may vouch for that; and we must surely be a match for the monks and the imperial cohorts." "If the gods only stand by us to-day and tomorrow," replied Porphyrius doubtfully.
"For ever, if only the country people do their duty!" cried the other.
"But who is this stranger ?" "The chief of the singers who were here yesterday," replied Gorgo.
"Karnis, the son of Hiero of Tauromenium," said the musician, bowing to the stranger, whose stately figure and handsome, thoughtful head struck him with admiration.
"Karnis of Tauromenium!" exclaimed the newcomer with glad surprise.

"By Hercules! a strange meeting.

Your hand, your hand, old man.

How many years is it since we last emptied a wine-jar together at the house of old Hippias?
Seven lustres have turned our hair grey, but we still can stand upright.