As a spectator merely, or to consult the oracle? Creusa ’Tis his wish to hear the self-same answer from Trophonius and Phoebus too. Ion Is it to seek earth’s produce or fruit of offspring that ye come? Creusa We are childless, though wedded these many years. Ion Hast thou never been a mother? art thou wholly childless? Creusa Phoebus knows whether I am childless. Ion Unhappy wife! how this doth mar thy fortune else so happy! Creusa But who art thou? how blest I count thy mother! Ion Lady, I am called the servant of Apollo, and so I am. Creusa An offering of thy city, or sold to him by some master? Ion Naught know I but this, that I am called the slave of Loxias. Creusa Then do i in my turn pity thee, sir stranger. Ion Because I know not her that bare me, or him that begat me. Creusa Is thy home here in the temple, or hast thou a house to dwell in? Ion The god’s whole temple is my house, wherever sleep o’ertakes me. Creusa Was it as a child or young man that thou earnest to the temple? Ion Those who seem to know the truth, say I was but a babe. Creusa What Delphian maid, then, weaned thee? Ion I never knew a mother’s breast. But she who brought me up— Creusa Who was she, unhappy youth? I see thy sufferings in my own. Ion The priestess of Phoebus; I look oh her as my mother. Creusa Until thou earnest unto man’s estate, what nurture hadst thou?