I question her, but am no wiser, for she will not answer. Chorus Nor tell what source these sorrows have? Nurse The same answer thou must take, for she is dumb on every point. Chorus How weak and wasted is her body! Nurse What marvel? ’tis three days now since she has tasted food. Chorus Is this infatuation, or an attempt to die? Nurse ’Tis death she courts; such fasting aims at ending life. Chorus A strange story! is her husband satisfied? Nurse She hides from him her sorrow, and vows she is not ill. Chorus Can he not guess it from her face? Nurse He is not now in his own country. Chorus But dost not thou insist in thy endeavour to find out her complaint, her crazy mind?