My good men, go search the island and report back your findings.
'Dear friends, no need for stealth: here's a young weaversinging a pretty song to set the aira-tingle on these lawns and paven courts.
I much rather stay here.
You kind men come in & feast on some cheese and honey wine.
Eurylochus, come with us.
The men they have been turned into pigs Odysseus.
Down to the ship Eurylochus came running to cry alarm, foul magic doomed his men!But working with dry lips to speak a word he could not, being so shaken; blinding tears welled in his eyes; foreboding filled his heart.
Thank you, Hermes.
Odysseus, eat this plant and you will not fall under Circe's magic.
5 years later
We must go home Circe.
'Son of Laertes and the gods of old,Odysseus, master mariner and soldier, you shall not stay here longer against your will.
After many seasons of feasting and other pleasures, Odysseus and his men beg Circe to help them get home.