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1132 Euripides [311-326]<br />

ION<br />

I know not aught save this, I am the god's.<br />

CREUSA<br />

And in my turn, stranger, I pity thee.<br />

ION<br />

As knowing not my mother, or my lineage.<br />

CREUSA<br />

Hast thou thy dwelling here, or in some house?<br />

ION<br />

The temple is my house, ev'n when I sleep.<br />

CREUSA<br />

A child brought hither, or in riper years?<br />

ION<br />

An infant, as they say, who seem to know.<br />

CREUSA<br />

What Delphian dame sustain'd thee at her breast?<br />

ION<br />

I never knew a breast. She nourished me.<br />

CREUSA<br />

Who, hapless youth? Diseased, I find disease.<br />

ION<br />

The priestess: as a mother I esteem her.<br />

CREUSA<br />

Who to these manly years gave thee support?<br />

ION<br />

The altars, and the still-succeeding strangers,<br />

CREUSA<br />

Wretched, whoe'er she be, is she that bore thee.<br />

ION<br />

I to some woman am perchance a shame.<br />

CREUSA<br />

Are riches thine? Thou art well habited.

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