Who is she? If she would but help me in the task, how happy should I be! Creusa ’Tis she on whose account I have preceded my husband hither. Ion What are thy wishes? be sure I will serve thee, lady. Creusa I would fain obtain a secret answer from Apollo’s oracle. Ion Name it, then; the rest will I undertake for thee. Creusa Hear, then, this story. Yet am I ashamed. Ion Thus wilt thou accomplish naught, for shame is a goddess slow to act. Creusa A friend of mine asserts that Phoebus lay with her. Ion Phoebus with a mortal woman? Stranger lady, say not so. Creusa Yea, and she bare the god a child without her father’s knowledge.