Never willingly, but I am not master of that which is mine no more. Creusa Maidens mine, my trusty servants at the loom and web, declare to me how my lord hath fared as touching the question of offspring which brought us hither: for if ye give me good news, ye will cause joy to a mistress who will not prove faithless to her word. Chorus O fortune! Old Servant This prelude to your speech is unlucky. Chorus Woe is me! Old Servant Can it be that the oracles delivered to my master wound me at all? Chorus Enough! why have aught to do with that which brings down death? Creusa What means this piteous strain? wherefore this alarm? Chorus Are we to speak or keep silence? What shall we do?