66He spoke, and then the river hid himself in his deep pool, making for the depths; 67night and sleep left Aeneas. 68He rises, and gazing at the rising light of the heavenly sun, he duly lifts water from the river in his hollowed palms and pours out such words to the heavens: 'Nymphs, Laurentine nymphs, from whom rivers have their birth, and you, O father Tiber, with your holy stream, receive Aeneas and keep him at last from dangers. 74In whatever pool your spring holds you, you who pity our misfortunes, from whatever soil you issue forth in your great beauty, always with my honour, always with gifts shall you be celebrated, horned river, ruler of the waters of the west.
78Only be with me, and confirm your divine will more nearly.' 79So he speaks, and chooses two biremes from the fleet and fits them with oarsmen, and at the same time equips his comrades with arms.