"Every man to his place.

If we are not gone to sea before the moon is up, some of you will be gone to Hades." In half a moment slaves were up in the rigging and rushing across the deck and tumbling into the galley.
And that night Antipater pushed his prow into the deep sea.
Meanwhile Arria and Appius, fearing the power of this new king of Judea, and thinking also of the peril of Vergilius, travelled slowly, considering what they should do.

Appius feared either to go or to return, but Arria was of better courage.
"I must go to him," said she.

"You know not this love in me, dear brother.

I would give up my life to be with him.