"I need a new toga.

Let us go to the shop on the Clivus Suburanus; there used to be a good woollen merchant, Lucius Marius, on the way to the Porta Esquilina." Accordingly the two went on in the direction indicated; but at the spot where the Clivus Suburanus was cut by the Vicus Longus, there was so dense a crowd and so loud a hubbub, that their attendants could not clear a way.

For a time it was impossible to see what was the matter.
Street gamins were howling, and idle slaves and hucksters were pouring forth volleys of taunts and derision at some luckless wight.
"Away with them! the whip-scoundrel! _Verbero!_"[51] yelled a lusty produce-vender.

"Lash him again! Tan his hide for him! Don't you enjoy it?
Not accustomed to such rough handling, eh! my pretty sparrow ?" [51] A coarse epithet.
Fabia without the least hesitation thrust herself into the dirty-robed, foul-mouthed crowd.

At sight of the Vestal's white dress and fillets the pack gave way before her, as a swarm of gnats at the wave of a hand.