Never willingly, but I am not master of that which is mine no more.CreusaMaidens 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.ChorusO fortune!Old ServantThis prelude to your speech is unlucky.ChorusWoe is me!Old ServantCan it be that the oracles delivered to my master wound me at all?ChorusEnough! why have aught to do with that which brings down death?CreusaWhat means this piteous strain? wherefore this alarm?ChorusAre we to speak or keep silence? What shall we do?