gemit inservante noverca Liber et obliquo respectans lumine patrem: nunc ubi saeva manus, meaque heu cunabula flammae? fulmen, io ubi fulmen? ait.
Liber groans as his stepmother watches and looking askance at his father: Where now, he cries, is your fierce hand and the flames that were, alas, my cradle? The thunderbolt, ho, where is the thunderbolt?
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