Gabinius, Lucius Ahenobarbus's friend, is in the city.

He means, I fear, to work me some mischief, though the cause whereby I have good reason to dread him is too long here to write.

The Atrium Vestae has nothing to protect it to-night--as you well may understand--from impious, violent men.

Can you not guard me overnight?
I do not know how.

Gabinius may have all Dumnorix's band with him.