Door.
No, (so may I please Caecilius to whom I am now made over!) it is not my fault, although 'tis said so to be, nor may anyone impute any crime to me; albeit the fabling tongues of folk make it so, who, whene'er aught is found not well done, all clamour at me: "Door, thine is the blame!"
Catullus.
It is not enough for thee to say this by words merely, but so to act that everyone may feel it and see it.
Door.
In what way can I? No one questions or troubles to know.
Catullus.
We are wishful: be not doubtful to tell us.
Door.