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.
- A gift, but mine for all that.
- Am I the first that thou didst meet?
- I have met no other, my son.
- Whence came this piece of luck?
- To both of us alike it causes surprise.
- Ah I but who was my mother?
- I cannot tell.
- Did not Phoebus tell thee that?
- I was so pleased with this, I did not ask him that.
- I must have sprung from mother earth.
- The ground brings forth no children.
- How can I be thine?
- I know not; I refer it to the god.
- Come, let us try another theme.
- Better hold to this, my son.
- Didst thou e’er indulge in illicit amours?
- Yes, in the folly of youth.
- Ere thou didst win Erechtheus’ daughter?
- Never since.
- Could it be, then, thou didst beget me?