Among the frantic votaries of Bacchus. Ion Wert thou sober, or in thy cups? Xuthus I had indulged in the pleasures of the wine-cup. Ion That is just the history of my birth. Xuthus Fate hath discovered thee, my son. Ion How came I to the temple? Xuthus Maybe the maid exposed thee. Ion I have escaped the shame of slavish birth. Xuthus Acknowledge then thy father, my son. Ion It is not right that I should mistrust the god.