Were any drops of blood upon the path? Creusa None, she says; and yet she ranged the ground to and fro. Ion How long is it since the babe was destroyed? Creusa Thy age and his would measure out the self-same span, were he alive. Ion Hath she given birth to no other child since then? Creusa The god doth wrong her, and wretched is she in having no child. Ion But what if Phoebus privily removed her child, and is rearing it? Creusa Then is he acting unfairly in keeping to himself alone a joy he ought to share. Ion Ah me! this misfortune sounds so like my own. Creusa Thee too, fair sir, thy poor mother misses, I am sure.