I question her, but am no wiser, for she will not answer.ChorusNor tell what source these sorrows have?NurseThe same answer thou must take, for she is dumb on every point.ChorusHow weak and wasted is her body!NurseWhat marvel? ’tis three days now since she has tasted food.ChorusIs this infatuation, or an attempt to die?Nurse’Tis death she courts; such fasting aims at ending life.ChorusA strange story! is her husband satisfied?NurseShe hides from him her sorrow, and vows she is not ill.ChorusCan he not guess it from her face?NurseHe is not now in his own country.ChorusBut dost not thou insist in thy endeavour to find out her complaint, her crazy mind?