The jailer shows honor and my father pleads in grief
Perpetua is still writing her own prison diary after her vision about Dinocrates, now as the day of execution draws near.
A few days later Pudens, the soldier who served as assistant officer in charge of the prison, began to hold us in high honor, for he understood that great power was at work in us. He let many visitors in to see us, so that we and they might give relief to each other in turn.
As the day of the public games drew near, my father came in to me worn out with grief. He began tearing out his beard and throwing it to the ground. He threw himself facedown. He reproached his own years and spoke words that would have moved the whole of creation. I grieved for his unhappy old age.
Latin
Deinde post dies paucos Pudens miles optio, praepositus carceris, nos magnificare coepit intellegens magnam uirtutem esse in nobis; qui multos ad nos admittebat, ut et nos et illi inuicem refrigeraremus. Ut autem proximauit dies muneris, intrat ad me pater meus consumptus taedio, et coepit barbam suam euellere et in terram mittere, et prosternere se in faciem, et inproperare annis suis et dicere tanta uerba quae mouerent uniuersam creaturam. Ego dolebam pro infelici senecta eius.