Socrates: Greetings, Ion! Have you come from your home in Ephesus?
Ion: No, you idiot. I've been rhapsodizing in the Elysian Fields.
Socrates: They still have contests there? How did you do?
Ion: It was a living hell. They all wanted to hear about themselves and there were too many of them to fit them all in. I think I did all right in the end
Socrates: Congratulations. You must speak quite well, to impress the denizens of hell.
Ion: I'm the best.
Socrates: I so envy you rhapsodes your great skill and wisdom. I am but a simple man, on a simple pilgrimage for truth. A journey. (pause— Ion is examining the architecture.) A Quest, if you will.
Ion: Well, I've got what I came here for (shakes a bag of silver). I made them cry like anything! Not a laugher in the house. Ephesus, ho! Which of these do you think is the Horn Gate?
Socrates: Horn Gate?