Creusa
Creusa rushes in.
[1250]
My servants, I am pursued to the death; the Pythian council has decreed it; I am given up.
Chorus Leader
Unhappy lady, we know your misfortunes, how your fate stands.
Creusa
Where then shall I fly? I scarcely escaped death when I left the house; I have come here by stealthy flight from my enemies.
Chorus Leader
[1255]
Where else but to the altar?
Creusa
What will that gain me?
Chorus Leader
It is not right to kill a suppliant.
Creusa
But by the law I perish.
Chorus Leader
If you are caught.
Creusa
And here are my bitter opponents, pressing on with drawn swords.
Chorus Leader
Now take your seat at the altar; if you die here, your blood will cry out
[1260]
for vengeance on your murderers; but your fate must be endured.Creusa takes refuge at the altar as Ion, guards, and Delphians enter.