Naught know I but this, that I am called the slave of Loxias.CreusaThen do i in my turn pity thee, sir stranger.IonBecause I know not her that bare me, or him that begat me.CreusaIs thy home here in the temple, or hast thou a house to dwell in?IonThe god’s whole temple is my house, wherever sleep o’ertakes me.CreusaWas it as a child or young man that thou earnest to the temple?IonThose who seem to know the truth, say I was but a babe.CreusaWhat Delphian maid, then, weaned thee?IonI never knew a mother’s breast. But she who brought me up—CreusaWho was she, unhappy youth? I see thy sufferings in my own.