My stupid birthday's here, and I'm supposed to go away and leave Cerinthus here. What's better than the city? On the farm, it's cold and rustic — no place for a girl. Messalla, uncle, you're thinking of me, but stop it: this is no time for a trip. Take me away, I'll leave my heart and mind In Rome : what good's free will? You make the rules. You know, that trip's been taken off my mind: your girlfriend gets to spend her day in Rome .