Asks some b**by rebuke, some prolix prattler a judgment?
Vettius, all were said verily truer of you.
Tongue so noisome as yours, come chance, might surely on order
Bend to the mire, or lick dirt from a beggarly shoe.
Would you on all of us, all, bring, Vettius, utterly ruin?
Speak; not a doubt, 'twill come utterly, ruin on all.