Sohesaidtohimself，’ThedayshallsurelycomewhenIwillliftthatstone，thoughnomaninTroezenecan。’Andinordertogrowstronghespentallhisdaysinwrestling，andboxing，andhurling，andtaminghorses，andhuntingtheboarandthebull，andcoursinggoatsanddeeramongtherocks;
tilluponallthemountainstherewasnohuntersoswiftasTheseus;andhekilledPhaiathewildsowofCrommyon，whichwastedalltheland;tillallthepeoplesaid，’SurelytheGodsarewiththelad。’
Andwhenhiseighteenthyearwaspast，Aithraledhimupagaintothetemple，andsaid，’Theseus，liftthestonethisday，orneverknowwhoyouare。’AndTheseuswentintothethicket，andstoodoverthestone，andtuggedatit;anditmoved。Thenhisspiritswelledwithinhim，andhesaid，’IfIbreakmyheartinmybody，itshallup。’Andhetuggedatitoncemore，andliftedit，androlleditoverwithashout。
Andwhenhelookedbeneathit，onthegroundlayaswordofbronze，withahiltofglitteringgold，andbyitapairofgoldensandals;andhecaughtthemup，andburstthroughthebusheslikeawildboar，andleapttohismother，holdingthemhighabovehishead。
Butwhenshesawthemsheweptlonginsilence，hidingherfairfaceinhershawl;andTheseusstoodbyherwondering，andweptalso，heknewnotwhy。Andwhenshewastiredofweeping，sheliftedupherhead，andlaidherfingeronherlips，andsaid，’Hidetheminyourbosom，Theseusmyson，andcomewithmewherewecanlookdownuponthesea。’