Of course

Out spake bold Horatius, the Captain of the guard:

"HO! You there in the sedan, stop that train!"

And at the command of a lieutenant the head of her train stopped and her bearers knelt.

"Why do we stop?", Livia angrily poked her aquiline nose from the silken sheets that draped her canopy.

Horatius answered, fast and angrily as was his custom, but especially with this wicked bitch who had often insulted, degraded, and threatened him. Now he had it on her!

"Your cloak is contraband, you must remove it at once!"

"What?", Livia asked simply after a moment, and after coming to understand what this shouting man in the scaled armor demanded, she repated it as an insult, "WHAT?!"

And continued to begin her harrangue of how who she was.

"You cannot, I am Livia! Livia Pompeia Pudica!"

"The Emperor has given word to defrock his own wife if she is so insolent, so I doubt that throwing your name at me will work!", Horatius smirked.

Livia blanched.