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. Xuthus Thou art right there. Ion What more can I desire— Xuthus Thine eyes now open to the sights they should. Ion Than from a son of Zeus to spring? Xuthus Which is indeed thy lot. Ion May I embrace the author of my being? Xuthus Aye, put thy trust in the god.
 Ion Hail to thee, father mine. Xuthus With joy that title I accept. Ion This day— Xuthus Hath made me blest. Ion Ah, mother dear! shall I ever see thee too? Now more than ever do I long to gaze upon thee, whoe’er thou art. But thou perhaps art dead, and I shall never have the chance. Chorus We share the good luck of thy house; but still I could have wished my mistress too, and Erechtheus’ line, had been blest with children. Xuthus My son, albeit the god hath for thy discovery brought his oracle to a true issue, and united thee to me, while thou, too, hast found what most thou dost desire, till now unconscious of it; still, as touching this anxiety so proper in thee, I feel an equal yearning that thou, my child, mayst find thy mother, and I the wife that bare thee unto me. Maybe we shall discover this, if we leave it to time. But now leave the courts of the god, and this homeless life of thine, and come to Athens , in accordance with thy fathers wishes, for there his happy realm and bounteous wealth await thee; nor shalt thou be taunted with base origin and poverty to boot, because in one of these respects thou something lackest, but thou shalt be renowned alike for birth and wealth. Art silent? why dost fix thy eyes upon the ground? Thou art lost in thought, and by this sudden change from thy former cheerfulness, thou strikest thy father with dismay.