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.