Latinus, king of Latium, bestows the hand of his daughter on Aeneas, who is opposed by Turnus, the affianced husband of the maiden—Aeneas obtains a supply of auxiliary troops from the Etruscans; while the Rutuli despatch an embassy to Diomed in behalf of Tumus.
Thus Macareus. Now with a pious aim Had good Aeneas raised a funeral flame, In honour of his hoary nurse’s name. Her epitaph he fix’d; and setting sail, Cajeta left, and catch’d at every gale.
He steer’d at distance from the faithless shore, Where the false goddess reigns with fatal power, And sought those grateful groves, that shade the plain, Where Tiber roll’s majestic to the main, And fattens, as he runs, the fair champaign.