Z 626 Dido and Aeneas II, 4: "Behold, upon my bending spear". [Italian translation]

AENEAS

Behold, upon my bending spear

A monster's head stands bleeding,

With tushes far exceeding

Those did Venus' huntsman tear.

DIDO

The skies are clouded, hark! how thunder

Rends the mountain oaks a sunder.

BELINDA

Haste, haste to town, this open field

No shelter from the storm can yield.

CHORUS:

Haste, haste to town, this open field

No shelter from the storm can yield.

• Artist:Henry Purcell
• Album:Henry Purcell: Dido & Aeneas.