tum pius Aeneas umeris abscindere vestem auxilioque vocare deos et tendere palmas: Iuppiter omnipotens, si nondum exosus ad unum Troianos, si quid pietas antiqua labores respicit humanos, da flammam evadere classi nunc, pater, et tenuis Teucrum res eripe leto; vel tu, quod superest, infesto fulmine morti, si mereor, demitte tuaque hic obrue dextra.
Then loyal Aeneas rent the garment from his shoulders, and called the gods to his aid, lifting up his hands: Almighty Jupiter, if you do not yet utterly abhor the Trojans to their last man, if your loving-kindness of old has any regard for human sorrows, grant to the fleet to escape the flame even now, Father, and snatch from doom the slender fortunes of the Trojans! Or if I deserve it, do you with levelled thunderbolt send down to death the little that remains, and here overwhelm us with your hand.