My child, that is my aim; God grant I reach it! Ion Is this ark empty, or hath it aught within? Creusa Thy raiment wherein I exposed thee long ago. Ion Wilt put a name thereto before thou see it? Creusa Unless I describe it, I offer to die. Ion Say on; there is something strange in this thy confidence. Creusa Behold the robe my childish fingers wove. Ion Describe it; maidens weave many a pattern. Creusa ’Tis not perfect, but a first lesson, as it were, in weaving. Ion Describe its form; thou shalt not catch me thus. Creusa A Gorgon figures in the centre of the warp. Ion Great Zeus! what fate is this that dogs my steps? Creusa ’Tis fringed with snakes like an aegis. Ion Lo! ’tis the very robe; how true we find the voice of God! Creusa Ah! woven work that erst my virgin shuttle wrought. Ion Is there aught beside, or stays thy lucky guessing here? Creusa There be serpents, too, with jaws of gold, an old-world symbol. Ion This line is assigned to Creusa in the Greek. Is that Athena’s gift, bidding her race grow up under their guardianship? Creusa Yes, to copy our ancestor Erichthonius. Ion What is their object? what the use of these golden gauds? pray, tell. Creusa Necklaces for the new-born babe to wear, my child. Ion Lo! here they lie. Yet would I know the third sign.