Who art thou and whence? who is the father that begat thee? by what name are we to call thee?CreusaCreusa is my name, the daughter of Erechtheus I; my native land is Athens.IonA glorious city thine, lady, a noble line of ancestry! with what reverence I behold thee!CreusaThus far, no further goes my luck, good sir.IonPray, is the current legend true—CreusaWhat is thy question? I fain would learn.IonWas thy father’s grandsire really sprung from Earth?CreusaYes, Erichthonius was; but my high birth avails me notIonIs it true Athena reared him from the ground?CreusaAye, and into maidens’ hands, though not his mother’s—IonConsigned him, did she? as ’tis wont to be set forth in painting.CreusaYes, to the daughters of Cecrops, to keep him safe unseen.IonI have heard the maidens opened the ark wherein the goddess laid him.CreusaAnd so they died, dabbling with their blood the rocky cliff.IonEven so. But what of this next story? Is it true or groundless?CreusaWhat is thy question? Ask on, I have no calls upon my leisure.IonDid thy sire Erechtheus offer thy sisters as a sacrifice?CreusaFor his country’s sake he did endure to slay the maids as victims.IonAnd how didst thou, alone of al thy sisters, escape?CreusaI was still a tender babe in my mother’s arms.