He is still in the temple, sir, nor hath he passed this threshold yet. But hark! I hear a footstep at the outlet of the door, and lo! thou mayst see my master this moment coming out. Xuthus All hail! my son; that word suits well as my first greeting to thee. Ion ’Tis well with me; do but restrain thyself, and then both of us will be happy. Xuthus Give me thy hand to grasp, thy body to embrace. Ion Art thou in thy senses, sir, or hath some spiteful god reft thee of them? Xuthus I am in my senses, for I have found what I hold most dear, and am eager to show my love. Ion Cease! touch me not, nor tear these garlands of the god! Xuthus I will embrace thee, for I am not seizing what is not my own, but only finding my own that I love full well. Ion Hands off! or thou shalt feel an arrow pierce thy ribs.