I lent my carriage not to her but to her bridegroom, Marcus Martius, a prosperous gentleman of my neighborhood, of whom you have often heard me speak, a friend of my uncle's and a friend of mine since boyhood.

The fights, as Tanno explained to you, had nothing to do with Marcia and her involvement in them was as accidental as mine." Vedia did not look a particle mollified.
"You men," she said, "are all alike.

You will philander about your nasty jades.

But, at least, when you vow that you love one woman and one only, and use every artifice to induce her to marry you, you should feel it incumbent on you to keep away from such creatures as this Marcia of yours.
But you must needs dangle about her and go to her dinners.

That was bad enough.