Z 628 King Arthur III, 23: "Thou doting fool, forbear, forbear!" [Neapolitan translation]

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Thou doting fool forbear, forbear!

What dost thou mean by freezing here?

At Love's appearing, All the sky clearing,

The stormy winds their fury spare.

Winter subduing,

And Spring renewing,

My beams create a more glorious year.

Thou doting fool, forbear, forbear!

What dost thou mean by freezing here?

• Artist:Henry Purcell
• Album:Purcell: King Arthur.