Betwixt these deadly scorpions on the sands.
Cethegus. What read’st thou in this omen?
Marius. Sylla’s soldiers
Are fast upon our heels. Get to the shore;
Some fisher’s boat will help us from the land,
And bear us whither the directing fates
Decree for refuge—safely o’er the seas
That gulphed our treacherous vessel.
Cethegus. Be it so!
I follow thee whatever be thy fate!