The
temple of the god: I would not kill you:
'Twere pity, for to
mortal man you bear
The message of the gods; yet my due task
Must be perform'd, and never will I cease
My service to the god who nurtured me.
(The CHORUS enters. The following lines between ION and the CHORUS
are chanted responsively as they gaze admiringly at the decorations on
the
temple.)
CHORUS
The
statelycolumn, and the
gorgeous dome
Raised to the gods, are not the boast alone
Of our
magnificent Athens; nor the statues
That grace her streets; this
temple of the god,
Son of Latona,
beauteous to behold,
Beams the
resplendent light of both her children.
ION
Turn thine eyes this way; look, the son of Jove
Lops with his golden scimitar the heads
Of the Lernean Hydra: view it well.
CHORUS
I see him.
ION
And this other
standing nigh,
Who snatches from the fire the blazing brand.
CHORUS
What is his name? the subject, on the web
Design'd, these hands have
wrought in ductile gold.
ION
The shield-supporting Iolaus, who bears
The toils in common with the son of Jove.
View now this hero; on his
winged steed
The triple-bodied
monster's
dreadful force
He conquers through the flames his jaws emit.
CHORUS
I view it all attentively.
ION
Observe
The battle of the giants, on the walls
Sculptured in stone.
CHORUS
Let us note this, my friends.
ION
See where against Enceladus she shakes
Her gorgon shield.
CHORUS
I see my
goddess, Pallas.
ION
Mark the tempestuous thunder's
flaming bolt
Launch'd by the hand of Jove.
CHORUS
The
furious Mimas
Here blazes in the volley'd fires: and there
Another earth-born
monster falls beneath
The wand of Bacchus wreathed with ivy round,
No
martial spear. But, as 'tis thine to tend
This
temple, let me ask thee, is it lawful,
Leaving our sandals, its
interior parts
To visit?
ION
Strangers, this is not permitted.
CHORUS
Yet may we make inquiries of thee?
ION
Speak;
What wouldst thou know?
CHORUS
Whether this
temple's site
Be the earth's centre?
ION
Ay, with garlands hung,
And gorgons all around.
CHORUS
So fame reports.
ION
If at the gate the honey'd cake be offer'd,
Would you
consult the
oracle, advance
To the altar: till the hallow'd lamb has bled
In sacrifice, approach not the recess.
CHORUS
I am instructed: what the god appoints
As laws, we wish not to transgress: without
Enough of
ornament delights our eyes.
ION
Take a full view of all; that is allow'd.
CHORUS
To view the inmost
shrine was our lord's order.
ION
Who are you call'd? Attendants on what house?
CHORUS
Our lords
inhabit the magnific domes
Of Pallas.-But she comes, of whom thou askest.
(CREUSA and attendants enter.)
ION
Lady, whoe'er thou art, that
liberal air
Speaks an exalted mind: there is a grace,
A
dignity in those of noble birth,
That marks their high rank. Yet I
marvel much
That from thy closed lids the trickling tear
Water'd thy
beauteous cheeks, soon as thine eye
Beheld this
chaste oracular seat of Phoebus.
What brings this sorrow, lady? All besides,
Viewing the
temple of the god, are struck
With joy; thy melting eye o'erflows with tears.
CREUSA
Not without reason, stranger, art thou seized
With wonder at my tears: this
sacred dome
Awakes the sad
remembrance of things past.
I had my mind at home, though present here.
How
wretched is our sex! And, O ye gods,
What deeds are yours! Where may we hope for right,
If by the
injustice of your power undone?
ION
Why, lady, this
inexplicable grief?
CREUSA
It matters not; my mind resumes its firmless:
I say no more; cease thy concern for me.
ION
But say, who art thou?
whence? what country boasts
Thy birth? and by what name may we address thee?
CREUSA
Creusa is my name, drawn from Erechtheus
My high-born lineage; Athens gave me birth.
Illustrious is thy state; thy ancestry
So noble that I look with
reverence on thee.
CREUSA
Happy indeed is this, in nothing farther.
ION
But tell me, is it true what fame has blazon'd?
CREUSA
What wouldst thou ask? Stranger, I wish to know.
ION
Sprung the first author of thy line from the earth?
CREUSA
Ay, Erichthonius; but my race avails not.
ION
And did Minerva raise him from the earth?
CREUSA
Held in her
virgin hands: she bore him not.
ION
And gave him as the picture represents?
CREUSA
Daughters of Cecrops these, charged not to see him.
ION
The
virgins ope'd the interdicted chest?
CREUSA
And died, distaining with their blood the rock.
ION
But tell me, is this truth, or a vain rumour?
CREUSA
What wouldst thou ask? I am not scant of time.
ION
Thy sisters did Erechtheus sacrifice?
CREUSA
He slew the
virgins, victims for their country.
ION
And thou of all thy sisters saved alone?
CREUSA
I was an
infant in my mother's arms.
ION
And did the yawning earth
swallow thy father?
CREUSA
By Neptune's trident smote; and so he perish'd.
ION
And Macrai call you not the fatal place?
CREUSA
Why dost thou ask? What thoughts hast thou recall'd?,
ION
Does Phoebus, do his lightnings honour it?
CREUSA
Honour! Why this? Would I had never seen it!
ION
Why? Dost thou hate the place dear to the god?
CREUSA
No: but for some base deed done in the cave.
ION
But what Athenian, lady,
wedded thee?
CREUSA
Of Athens none, but one of foreign birth.
ION
What is his name? Noble he needs must be.
CREUSA
Xuthus, by Aeolus derived from Jove.
ION
How weds a stranger an Athenian born?
CREUSA
Euboea is a state neighbouring on Athens.
ION
A narrow sea flows, I have heard, between.
CREUSA
Joining the Athenian arms, that state he wasted.
ION
Confederate in the war,
thencewedded thee?
CREUSA
The dowral meed of war, earn'd by his spear.
ION
Comest thou with him to Delphi, or alone?
CREUSA
With him, gone now to the Trophonian
shrine.
ION
To view it, or
consult the
oracle?
CREUSA