(First) Chorus It is not in holy Athens only that there are courts of the gods with fine colonnades, and the worship of Apollo, guardian of highways; but here, too, at the shrine of Loxias, son of Latona, shines the lovely eye of day on faces twain.
(Second) Chorus Just look at this! here is the son of Zeus killing with his scimitar of gold the watersnake of Lerna. Do look at him, my friend!
(First) Chorus Yes, I see. And close to him stands another with a blazing torch uplifted; who is he? Can this be the warrior Iolaus whose story is told on my broidery, who shares with the son of Zeus his labours and helps him in the moil?
(Third) Chorus Oh! but look at this! a man mounted on a winged horse, killing a fire-breathing monster with three bodies.
(First) Chorus I am turning my eyes in every direction. Behold the rout of the giants carved on these walls of stone.
(Fourth) Chorus Yes, yes, good friends, I am looking.
(Fifth) Chorus Dost see her standing over Enceladus brandishing her shield with the Gorgon’s head?
(Sixth) Chorus I see Pallas, my own goddess.
(Seventh) Chorus Again, dost see the massy thunderbolt all aflame in the far-darting hands of Zeus?
(Eighth) Chorus I do; ’tis blasting with its flame Mimas, that deadly foe.
(Ninth) Chorus Bromius too, the god of revelry, is slaying another of the sons of Earth with his thyrsus of ivy, never meant for battle.
(First) Chorus Thou that art stationed by this fane, to thee I do address me, may we pass the threshold of these vaults, with our fair white feet?
Ion Nay, ye must not, stranger ladies.
(Tenth) Chorus May I ask thee about something I have heard?
Ion What wouldst thou ask?
(Eleventh) Chorus Is it really true that the temple of Phoebus stands upon the centre of the world?
Ion Aye, there it stands with garlands decked and gorgeous all around.
(Twelfth) Chorus E'en so the legend saith.
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