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—