ergo ut erat lacrimis lapsoque inhonorus amictu ante Iovem (et tunc forte polum secretus habebat) constitit, haud umquam facie conspectus in illa (nec causae latuere patrem), supplexque profatur: exscindisne tuas, divum sator optime, Thebas? saeva adeo coniunx? nec te telluris amatae deceptique laris miseret cinerumque meorum?.
So, as he was, inglorious in tears and dishevelled raiment, he stood before Jupiter, who chanced to be alone in his heavenly dwelling, never before seen in such guise (nor was the reason any secret to his sire), and suppliant speaks: Most excellent begetter of the gods, are you razing your Thebes? Is your lady so cruel? Have you no pity for the beloved land, the hearth you tricked, my ashes?
final_alignments\Statius_Thebaid_Book7.json