Pr. Ye then distraught with sorrow, neither knowing
Whether to save were best or lose, will seek
Apollo’s oracle.
In. And what the answer?
Will it discover nought to avert this sorrow?
Pr. Or else thy whole race perish root and branch.
In. Alas! alas!
Pr. Yet shall she live though lost; from human form
Changed, that thou wilt not know thy daughter more.
In. Woe, woe! my thought was praying for her death. 1051