At Athens friendly to you,and no less Here.From that land I come,so named from me,By Phoebus sent with speed:unmeet he deems it To show himself before you,lest with blame The past be mention'd;this he gave in charge,To tell thee that she bore thee,and to him,Phoebus thy father;he to whom he gave thee,Not as to the author of thy being gives thee,But to the inheritance of a noble house.
This declaration made,lest thou shouldst die,Kill'd by thy mother's wily trains,or she By thee,these means to save you he devised.
These things in silence long conceal'd,at Athens The royal Phoebus would have made it known That thou art sprung from her,thy father he:
But to discharge my office,and unfold The oracle of the god,for which you yoked Your chariots,hear:Creusa,take thy son,Go to the land of Cecrops:let him mount The royal throne;for,from Erechtheus sprung,That honour is his due,the sovereignty Over my country:through the states of Greece Wide his renown shall spread;for from his root Four sons shall spring,that to the land,the tribes,The dwellers on my rock,shall give their names.
Geleon the first,Hopletes,Argades,And from my aegis named Aegicores:
Their sons in fate's appointed time shall fix Their seats along the coast,or in the isles Girt by the Aegean sea,and to my land Give strength;extending thence the opposite plains Of either continent shall make their own,Europe and Asia,and shall boast their name Ionians,from the honour'd Ion call'd.
To thee by Xuthus shall a son be born,Dorus,from whom the Dorian state shall rise To high renown;in the Pelopian land,Another near the Rhian cliffs,along The sea-wash'd coast,his potent monarchy Shall stretch,Achaeus;and his subject realms Shall glory in their chief's illustrious name.
Well hath Apollo quitted him in all:
First,without pain he caused thee bear a son.