Lucius Ahenobarbus--forgive my plain speech--worships the ground whereon you tread.

A smile from you raises him to Olympus; a compliment from you makes him feel himself a god; a soft word from you creates him the peer of Zeus.

Lady, I know you hate that man; but for Master Drusus's sake make Ahenobarbus believe that you are not indifferent to his advances.

Slander Drusus before him.

Complain of the provisions of your father's will that, despite your uncle's intention, will make it difficult to avoid a hateful marriage.