Shall we, who plann'd the deathful deed,
Be caught within the toils we spread,
While justice claims
severe her chast'ning part?
(CREUSA rushes in.)
CREUSA
I am pursued, ye
faithful females, doom'd
To death: the Pythian council hath decreed it:
My life is forfeited.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
Unhappy lady,
We know the
dreadful ills that close thee round.
CREUSA
Ah, w
hither shall I fly? From
instant death
Scarce hath my foot sped
hither, from my foes
By stealth escaping.
LEADER
W
hither wouldst thou fly,
But to this altar?
CREUSA
What will that avail me?
LEADER
To kill a suppliant there the law forbids.
CREUSA
But by the law I perish.
LEADER
If their hands
Had seized thee.
CREUSA
Dreadful
contest, with drawn swords
They
hastily advance.
LEADER
Now take thy seat
At the altar: shouldst thou die ev'n there, thy blood
Will call the
vengeance of the god on those
That spilt it: but our fortune we must bear.
(She takes
refuge at the altar as ION, guards, and Delphians enter.)
ION
Bull-visaged sire Cephisus, what a viper
Hast thou produced? a
dragon from her eyes
Glaring
pernicious flame. Each
daring deed
Is hers: less
venomous the Gorgon's blood,
With which she purposed to have
poison'd me.
Seize her, that the Parnassian rocks may tease
Those nice-adjusted ringlets of her hair,
As down the craggy
precipice she bounds.
Here my good
genius saved me, e'er I came
To Athens, there beneath my stepdame's wiles
To fall; amid my friends thy fell intents
Have I unravell'd, what a pest to me,
Thy hate how
deadly: had thy toils inclosed me
In thine own house, thou wouldst at once have sent me
With complete ruin to the shades below.
But nor the altar nor Apollo's
shrineShall save thee. Pity, might her voice be heard,
Would rather plead for me and for my mother,
She
absent, yet the name remains with me.
Behold that sorceress; with what art she wove
Wile after wile; the altar of the god
Impress'd her not with awe, as if secure.
No
vengeance waited her unhallow'd deeds.
CREUSA
I
charge thee, kill me not, in my own right,
And in the god's, whose suppliant here I stand.
ION
What right hast thou to plead Apollo's name?
CREUSA
My person hallow'd to the god I offer.
ION
Yet wouldst thou
poison one that is the god's.
CREUSA
Thou wast no more Apollo's, but thy father's.
ION
I have been, of a father's
wealth I speak.
CREUSA
And now I am: thou hast that claim no more.
ION
But thou art
impious: pious were my deeds.
CREUSA
As
hostile to my house, I would have kill'd thee.
ION
Did I against thy country march in arms?
CREUSA
And more; thou wouldst have fired Erechtheus' house.
ION
What torch, what brands, what flames had I prepared?
CREUSA
There wouldst thou fix, seizing my right by force.
ION
The land which he possess'd, my father gave me.
CREUSA
What claim hath there the race of Aeolus?
ION
He was its
guardian, not with words but arms.
CREUSA
Its soldier then; an
inmate, not its lord.
ION
Wouldst thou, through fear of what might happen, kill me?
CREUSA
Lest death should be my
portion, if not thine.
ION
Childless thou enviest that my father found me.
CREUSA
And wilt thou make a childless house thy spoil?
ION
Devolves my father then no share to me?
CREUSA
His
shield, his spear; be those thine heritage.
ION
Come from the altar, quit that hallow'd seat.
CREUSA
Instruct thy mother, whosoe'er she be.
ION
Shalt thou unpunish'd
meditate my death?
CREUSA
Within this
shrine if thou wilt murder me.
ION
What pleasure mid these
sacred wreaths to die?
CREUSA
We shall
grieve one, by whom we have been
grieved.
ION
Strange, that the god should give these laws to men,
Bearing no stamp of honour, nor design'd
With provident thought: it is not meet to place
The unrighteous at his altars; worthier far
To be chased
thence; nor
decent that the vile
Should with their touch
pollute the gods: the good,
Oppress'd with wrongs, should at those hallow'd seats
Seek
refuge: ill beseems it that the unjust
And just alike should seek
protection there.
(As ION and his followers are about to tear CREUSA from the altar,
the PRIESTESS of Apollo enters from the temple.)
PRIESTESS
Forbear, my son, leaving the oracular seat,
I pass this pale, the priestess of the god,
The
guardian of the tripod's ancient law,
Call'd to this
charge from all the Delphian dames.
ION
Hail, my loved mother, dear, though not my parent.
PRIESTESS
Yet let me have the name, 'tis
grateful to me.
ION
Hast thou yet heard their wily trains to kill me?
PRIESTESS
I have; but void of mercy thou dost wrong.
ION
Should I not ruin those that sought my life?
PRIESTESS
Stepdames to former sons are always
hostile.
ION
And I to stepdames ill intreated thus.
PRIESTESS
Be not, this
shrine now leaving for thy country.
ION
How, then, by thy monition should I act?
PRIESTESS
Go with good omens, pure to Athens go.
ION
All must be pure that kill their enemies.
PRIESTESS
So do not thou:
attentive mark my words.
ION
Speak: from good will whate'er thou say'st must flow.
PRIESTESS
Seest thou the vase I hold beneath mine arm?
ION
I see an ancient ark entwined with wreaths.
PRIESTESS
In this long since an
infant I received thee.
ION
What say'st thou? New is thy
discourse and strange.
PRIESTESS
In silence have I kept them: now I show them.
ION
And why conceal'd, as long since thou received'st me?
PRIESTESS
The god would have thee in his
shrine a servant.
ION
Is that no more his will? How shall I know it?
PRIESTESS
Thy father shown, he sends thee from this land.
ION
Hast thou preserved these things by
charge, or how?
PRIESTESS
It was the god that so disposed my thought.
ION
With what design? Speak, finish thy
discourse.
PRIESTESS
Ev'n to this hour to keep what then I found.
ION
What gain imports this to me, or what loss?
PRIESTESS
There didst thou lie wrapp'd in thy
infant vests.
ION
Thou hast produced
whence I may find my mother.
PRIESTESS
Since now the god so wills, but not before.
ION
This is a day of bless'd discoveries.
PRIESTESS
Now take them: o'er all Asia, and the bounds
Of Europe hold thy progress: thou shalt know