No more toying with fingers at the circus.

No more evening walks along the Tiber.

No more hiding in chests or jumping from windows.

I, the favoured suitor of half the white stoles in Rome, could never again aspire above a freed-woman.
You a man of gallantry, and think of such a thing! For shame, my dear Coelius! Do not let Clodia hear of it." While Caesar spoke he had been engaged in keeping Clodius at arm's-length.

The rage of the frantic libertine increased as the struggle continued.