60 Made daily motions for our home return:
Unwilling I agreed; alas! too [soon]
A league from Epidamnum had we sail’d,
Before the always-wind-obeying deep
65 Gave any tragic instance of our harm:
But longer did we not retain much hope;
For what obscured light the heavens did grant
Did but convey unto our fearful minds
A doubtful warrant of immediate death;