Statius, Thebaid

LCL 498: 196-197

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Postquam magnanimus furias virtutis iniquae consumpsit Capaneus exspiravitque receptum fulmen, et ad terras longe comitata cadentem signavit muros ultricis semita flammae, 5componit dextra victor concussa plagarum Iuppiter et vultu caelumque diemque reducit. gratantur superi, Phlegrae ceu fessus anhelet proelia et Encelado fumanti impresserit Aetnen. ille iacet lacerae complexus fragmina turris, 10torvus adhuc visu memorandaque facta relinquens gentibus atque ipsi non illaudata Tonanti. quantus Apollineae temerator matris Averno tenditur; ipsae horrent, si quando pectore ab alto emergunt volucres immensaque membra iacentis 15spectant, dum miserae crescunt in pabula fibrae: sic gravat iniectus terras hostiliaque urit arva et anhelantem caelesti sulphure campum. respirant Thebae, templisque iacentia surgunt agmina; iam finis votis finisque supremis 20planctibus, et natos ausae deponere matres. At vaga palantes campo fuga volvit Achivos.

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  • 21palantes ω: pallen- P

Book 11

Book 11

After great-hearted Capaneus exhausted the fury of his excessive valour and breathed forth the lightning within him, and when the path of avenging flame that accompanied his long descent to earth branded the walls, victorious Jupiter with his right hand composes the shaken zones and with his countenance brings back sky and daylight. The High Ones congratulate him as though he were wearily panting the battles of Phlegra and had piled Aetna on smoking Enceladus. Capaneus lies grasping fragments of the broken tower, still grim of visage, leaving to the nations memorable deeds not unpraised of the Thunderer himself. He stretches in bulk as large as the violator of Apollo’s mother 1 in Avernus; the very birds shudder when they emerge from the depth of his breast and view the giant’s prostrate limbs, as the miserable entrails grow again to feed them. So flung upon the burdened earth he burns the hostile fields and the plain as it pants with heavenly sulphur. Thebes breathes again, the prostrate multitudes in the temples arise. There is an end to prayers, an end to despairing lamentation, mothers dare to put down their babes.

But scattered flight rolls the Achaeans pell-mell over

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DOI: 10.4159/DLCL.statius-thebaid.2004