Led me in secret to his bed.
ION
Speak on;
Thy words
import some
glorious fortune to me.
CREUSA
Thee in the tenth revolving month, my son,
A secret pang to Phoebus did I bear.
ION
Thy words, if true, are
grateful to my soul.
CREUSA
These swathing bands, thy mother's
virgin work,
Wove by my flying shuttle, round thy body
I roll'd; but from thy lips my breast withheld,
A mother's nouriture, nor bathed thy bands
In cleansing lavers; but to death exposed thee,
Laid in the
dreary cave, to birds of prey
A feast, rent piecemeal by their ravenous beaks.
ION
Cruel, my mother, was thy deed.
CREUSA
By fear
Constrain'd, my son, I cast thy life away;
Unwillingly I left thee there to die.
ION
And from my hands unholy were thy death.
CREUSA
Dreadful was then my fortune,
dreadful here,
Whirl'd by the eddying blast from
misery there
To
misery here, and back again to joy:
Her
boisterous winds are changed; may she remain
In this
repose: enough of ills are past:
After the storm soft breathes a favouring gale.
LEADER
From this example, mid the greatest ills
Never let
mortal man
abandon hope.
ION
O thou, that hast to thousands
wrought a change
Of state ere this, involving them in ills,
And raising them to happiness again;
Fortune, to what a point have I been carried,
Ready to kill my mother,
horrid thought!
But in the sun's bright course each day affords
Instruction. Thee, my mother, have I found,
In that discovery bless'd; nor hath my birth
Aught I can blame: yet one thing would I say
To thee alone:-walk this way: to thine ear
In secret would I
whisper this, and throw
The veil of darkness o'er each circumstance.
Take heed, my mother, lest thy
maiden fault
Seeks in these secret nuptials to
concealIts fault, then
charges on the god the deed;
And, fearing my
reproach, to Phoebus gives
A son, to Phoebus whom thou didst not bear.
CREUSA
By her, who 'gainst the giants in her car
Fought by the side of Jove,
victorious Pallas,
No one of
mortal race is father to thee,
But he who brought thee up, the royal Phoebus.
ION
Why give his son then to another father?
Why say that I was born the son of Xuthus?
CREUSA
Not born the son of Xuthus; but he gives thee,
Born from himself (as friend to friend may give
His son, and heir adopted to his house.
ION
True is the god, his tripod else were vain.
Not without cause then is my mind perplex'd.
CREUSA
Hear what my thoughts suggest: to work thee good
Apollo placed thee in a noble house.
Acknowledged his, the rich
inheritanceCould not be thine, nor could a father's name;
For I
conceal'd my nuptials, and had plann'd
To kill thee
secretly: for this the god
In kindness gives thee to another father.
ION
My mind is
prompt to
entertain such thoughts;
But, entering at his
shrine will I inquire
If from a
mortal father I am
sprung,
Or from Apollo.-Ha! what may this be?
What god above the hallow'd dome unveils
His
radiant face that shines another sun?
Haste, let us fly: the presence of the gods
'Tis not for
mortals to behold, and live.
(MINERVA appears from above.)
MINERVA
Fly not; in me no enemy you fly;
At Athens friendly to you, and no less
Here. From that land I come, so named from me,
By Phoebus sent with speed: unmeet he deems it
To show himself before you, lest with blame
The past be mention'd; this he gave in
charge,
To tell thee that she bore thee, and to him,
Phoebus thy father; he to whom he gave thee,
Not as to the author of thy being gives thee,
But to the
inheritance of a noble house.
This
declaration made, lest thou shouldst die,
Kill'd by thy mother's wily trains, or she
By thee, these means to save you he devised.
These things in silence long
conceal'd, at Athens
The royal Phoebus would have made it known
That thou art
sprung from her, thy father he:
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discharge my office, and unfold
The
oracle of the god, for which you yoked
Your chariots, hear: Creusa, take thy son,
Go to the land of Cecrops: let him mount
The royal
throne; for, from Erechtheus
sprung,
That honour is his due, the sovereignty
Over my country: through the states of Greece
Wide his
renown shall spread; for from his root
Four sons shall spring, that to the land, the tribes,
The dwellers on my rock, shall give their names.
Geleon the first, Hopletes, Argades,
And from my aegis named Aegicores:
Their sons in fate's appointed time shall fix
Their seats along the coast, or in the isles
Girt by the Aegean sea, and to my land
Give strength; extending
thence the opposite plains
Of either
continent shall make their own,
Europe and Asia, and shall boast their name
Ionians, from the honour'd Ion call'd.
To thee by Xuthus shall a son be born,
Dorus, from whom the Dorian state shall rise
To high
renown; in the Pelopian land,
Another near the Rhian cliffs, along
The sea-wash'd coast, his
potent monarchy
Shall stretch, Achaeus; and his subject realms
Shall glory in their chief's
illustrious name.
Well hath Apollo quitted him in all:
First, without pain he caused thee bear a son.
That from thy friends thou mightst
conceal his birth;
After the birth, soon as his
infant limbs
Thy hands had clothed, to Mercury he gave
The
charge to take the babe, and in his arms
Convey him
hither; here with tenderness
He nurtured him, nor suffer'd him to perish.
Guard now the secret that he is thy son,
That his opinion Xuthus may enjoy
Delighted: thou too hast thy blessings, lady.
And now,
farewell: from this
relief from ills
A
prosperous fortune I to both announce.
ION
O Pallas, daughter of all-powerful Jove!
Not with
distrust shall we receive thy words:
I am convinced that Phoebus is my father,
My mother she, not unassured before.
CREUSA
Hear me too, now: Phoebus I praise, before
Unpraised; my son he now restores, of whom
Till now I deem'd him
heedless. Now these gates
Are
beauteous to mine eyes; his
oracles
Now
grateful to my soul,
unpleasant late.
With
rapture on these sounding rings my hands
Now hang; with
rapture I address the gates.
MINERVA
This I
approve, thy former
wayward thoughts
Resign'd, with honour that thou name the god.
Slow are the gifts of Heaven, but found at length
Not void of power.
CREUSA
My son, let us now go
To Athens.
MINERVA
Go; myself will follow you.
CREUSA
A noble guard, and friendly to the state.
MINERVA
But seat him high on thy
paternalthrone.
CREUSA
A rich possession, and I glory in him.
(MINERVA disappears.)
CHORUS (singing)
Son of Latona and all-powerful Jove,
Apollo, hail! Though fortune's blackest storms
Rage on his house, the man whose pious soul
Reveres the gods, assumes a confidence,
And
justly: for the good at length obtain
The meed of
virtue; but the unholy wretch
(Such is his nature) never can be happy.
-THE END-
.