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Creusa
My trusty maids, the men of death are on my track; the vote of
Delphi
goes against me; they give me up to die.
1250
My trusty maids, the men of death are on my track; the vote of
Delphi
goes against me; they give me up to die.
1250
Chorus
Unhappy one! we know thy sad mischance, how thou art placed.
Unhappy one! we know thy sad mischance, how thou art placed.
Creusa
Oh! whither can I fly? for scarce had I the start of my pursuers from the house in my race for life; ’tis by stealth alone that I have thus far escaped my foes.
Oh! whither can I fly? for scarce had I the start of my pursuers from the house in my race for life; ’tis by stealth alone that I have thus far escaped my foes.
Chorus
Where shouldst thou fly except to the altar?
1255
Where shouldst thou fly except to the altar?
1255
Creusa
What good is that to me?
What good is that to me?
Chorus
To slay a suppliant is forbidden.
To slay a suppliant is forbidden.
Creusa
Aye, but the law has given me over to death.
Aye, but the law has given me over to death.
Chorus
Only if thou fall into their hands.
Only if thou fall into their hands.
Creusa
Look! here they come, cruel champions of vengeance, eagerly brandishing their swords.
Look! here they come, cruel champions of vengeance, eagerly brandishing their swords.
Chorus
Sit thee down upon the altar of burnt-offering! for if thou art slain there, thou wilt fix
upon thy murderers the stain of bloodguiltiness; but we must bear our fortune.
1260
Sit thee down upon the altar of burnt-offering! for if thou art slain there, thou wilt fix
upon thy murderers the stain of bloodguiltiness; but we must bear our fortune.
1260
Ion. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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