Shall we then examine your conduct from the time when you were a boy? I think so.
Let us begin at the beginning. Do you recollect that, while you were still clad
in the praetexta
, you became a bankrupt? That was
the fault of your father, you will say. I admit that. In truth such a defense is
full of filial affection. But it is peculiarly suited to your own audacity, that
you sat among the fourteen rows of the knights, though by the Roscian law there
was a place appointed for bankrupts, even if any one had become such by the
fault of fortune and not by his own. You assumed the manly gown, which your soon
made a womanly one: at first a public prostitute, with a regular price for your
wickedness, and that not a low one. But very soon Curio stepped in, who carried
you off from your public trade, and, as if he had bestowed a matron's robe upon
you, settled you in a steady and durable wedlock.