Z 583, 2. Music For A While. [Neapolitan translation]

Shall all your cares beguile.

Wond'ring how your pains were eas'd

And disdaining to be pleas'd

Till Alecto free the dead

From their eternal bands,

Till the snakes drop from her head,

And the whip from out her hands.

• Artist:Henry Purcell
• Album:O Solitude