Passing Caieta and Circeii, AEneas sails up the Tiber (1-45). Virgil pauses to enumerate the old rulers of Latium and to describe the state of the country at the coming of AEneas. Latinus is King. Oracles have foretold that by marriage with an alien his only daughter is to become the mother of an imperial line. Fresh signs and wonders enforce the prophecy (46-126). The Trojans eat their tables (127-171). An embassage is sent to the Latin capital, and after conference Latinus offers peace to the Trojans and to AEneas his daughter's hand (172-342). Juno, the evil genius of Troy, again intervenes and summons to her aid the demon Alecto (341-410), who excites first Amata then Turnus against the proposed peace, and finally (411-576) provokes a pitched battle between Trojans and Latins (577-648). Alecto is scornfully dismissed by Juno, who causes war to be formally declared (649-747). The war-fever in Italy. Catalogue of the leaders and nations that gather to destroy AEneas, chief among them being Turnus and Camilla (748-981). I. Thou too, Caieta, dying, to our shore, AEneas' nurse, hast given a deathless fame, E'en now thine honour guards it, as of yore, Still doth thy tomb in great Hesperia frame Glory--if that be glory--for thy name. Here good AEneas paid his dues aright, And raised a mound, and now, as evening came, Sails forth; the faint winds whisper to the night; Clear shines the Moon, and tips the trembling waves with light. II. They skirt the coast, where Circe, maiden bright, The Sun's rich daughter, wakes with melodies The groves that none may enter. There each night, As nimbly through the slender warp she plies The whistling shuttle, through her chambers rise The flames of odorous cedar. Thence the roar Of lions, raging at their chains, the cries Of bears close-caged, and many a bristly boar, The yells of monstrous wolves at midnight fill the shore. III. All these with potent herbs the cruel queen Had stripped of man's similitude, to wear A brutal figure, and a bestial mien. But kindly Neptune, with protecting care, And loth to see the pious Trojans bear A doom so vile, such prodigies as these, Lest, borne perchance into the bay, they near The baneful shore, fills out with favouring breeze The sails, and speeds their flight across the boiling seas. IV. Now blushed the deep beneath the dawning ray, And in her rosy chariot borne on high, Aurora, bright with saffron, brought the day. Down drop the winds, the Zephyrs cease to sigh, And not a breath is stirring in the sky, And not a ripple on the marble seas, As heavily the toiling oars they ply. When near him from the deep AEneas sees A mighty grove outspread, a forest thick with trees.