Laws are very dangerous tools for a young man to meddle with in a case like this.

You will be wise not to resort to the courts." "You defy the law!" thundered Drusus, all the blood of his fighting ancestors tingling in his veins.

"Do you say that to a Livian; to the heir of eight consuls, two censors, a master of the horse, a dictator, and three triumphators?
Shall not _he_ obtain justice ?" "And perhaps," said Lentulus, sinking into an attitude of irritating coldness, "you will further press your claim on the ground that your mother was a Fabian, and the Fabii claim the sole right to sacrifice to Hercules on the Great Altar[82] in the Cattle-market by the Flaminian Circus, because they are descended from Hercules and Evander.

I think the Cornelian gens can show quite as many death-masks in its atria, and your mock heroics will only stamp you as a very bad tragedian." [82] _Ara Maxima_.
"Uncle! Quintus!" implored Cornelia again, the tears beginning to start from her eyes.

"Cease this dreadful quarrel.