Ion
Euripides
Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Translated into English Prose from the Text of Paley. Vol. I. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1906.
- Why dost thou shun me, now that thou findest in me thy nearest and dearest?
- I am not fond of schooling boors and crazy strangers.
- Kill me, burn me, if thou wilt; for, if thou dost, thou wilt be thy father’s murderer.
- Thou my father, indeed i Oh! is not news like this enough to make me laugh?
- Not so; my tale, as it proceeds, will prove to thee what I assert.
- Pray, what hast thou to tell me?
- That I am thy own father, and thou my very child.
- Who says so?
- Loxias, who gave thee nurture, though thou wert my son.
- Thou art thy own witness.
- Nay, I have learnt the answer of the god.
- Thou art mistaken in the dark riddle thou hast heard.
- It seems then I do not hear aright.
- What said Phoebus?
- That the man who met me—
- When and where?
- As I came forth from the god’s temple—
- Well! what should happen to him?
- Should be my own true son.
- Thy own true son, or a gift from others?