How can I, weak mortal as I am, outrun those mightier powers?Old ServantSet fire to Apollo’s awful sanctuary.CreusaI am afraid; my present sorrows are enough for me.Old ServantThen what thou canst, that dare—thy husband’s death.CreusaNay, I do respect his former love in the days when he was good and true.Old ServantAt least, then, slay the boy who hath appeared to supplant thee.CreusaHow can I? would it were possible! how I wish it were!Old ServantArm thy followers with daggers.CreusaI will about it; but where is the deed to be done?Old ServantIn the sacred tent, where he is feasting his friends.CreusaThe murder will be too public, and slaves are poor support.Old ServantAh! thou art turning coward. Devise some scheme thyself.CreusaWell, I too have subtle plans that cannot fail.Old Servant If both conditions they fulfil, I will assist thee.CreusaHearken then; knowest thou the battle of the earth-born men?Old ServantSurely; the fight at Phlegra waged by giants against the gods.CreusaThere Earth brought Gorgon forth, dreadful prodigy.Old ServantTo aid her sons maybe, and cause the gods hard toil?CreusaYea, and Pallas, daughter of Zeus, slew the monster.Old ServantWhat savage form had it assumed?CreusaA breast-plate of vipers fenced its body.Old ServantIs this the tale I heard in days of yore?