Purcell: Dido and Aeneas: Thy hand, Belinda... When I am laid in earth
Recitative Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me, On thy bosom let me rest, More I would, but Death invades me; Death is now a welcome guest.
Aria When I am laid, am laid in earth, May my wrongs create No trouble, no trouble in thy breast; Remember me, but ah! forget my fate, Remember me, remember me, but ah! forget my fate.