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[327-342] Ion 1133<br />

ION<br />

Graced with these vestments by the god I serve.<br />

CREUSA<br />

Hast thou made no attempt to trace thy birth?<br />

ION<br />

I have no token, lady, for a proof.<br />

CREUSA<br />

Ah, like thy mother doth another suffer.<br />

ION<br />

Who? tell me: shouldst thou help me, what a joy!<br />

CREUSA<br />

One for whose sake I come before my husband.<br />

ION<br />

Say for what end, that I may serve thee, lady.<br />

CREUSA<br />

To ask a secret answer of the god.<br />

ION<br />

Speak it: my service shall procure the rest.<br />

CREUSA<br />

Hear then the tale: but Modesty restrains me.<br />

ION<br />

Ah, let her not; her power avails not here.<br />

CREUSA<br />

My friend then says that to the embrace of Phoebus—<br />

ION<br />

A woman and a god! Say not so, stranger.<br />

CREUSA<br />

She bore a son: her father knew it not.<br />

ION<br />

Not so: a mortal's baseness he disdains.<br />

CREUSA<br />

This she affirms; and this, poor wretch, she suffer'd.

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