| 1 |
Overture
Henry Purcell
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2:03 |
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| 2 |
“Shake the cloud from off your brow”
Henry Purcell
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1:08 |
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| 3 |
“Ah! Belinda, I am prest with torment”
Henry Purcell
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6:40 |
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| 4 |
“Grief increases by concealing”
Henry Purcell
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0:50 |
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| 5 |
“Whence could so much virtue spring?”
Henry Purcell
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4:22 |
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| 6 |
“See, your royal guest appears”
Henry Purcell
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0:53 |
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| 7 |
“Cupid only throws the dart”
Henry Purcell
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0:40 |
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| 8 |
“If not for mine, for Empire’s sake” – “Pursue thy conquest, love”
Henry Purcell
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1:09 |
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| 9 |
Gittars Chacony
Henry Purcell
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2:32 |
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| 10 |
“To the hills and vales”
Henry Purcell
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1:03 |
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| 11 |
Triumphing Dance
Henry Purcell
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1:27 |
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| 12 |
Prelude – “Wayward sisters” – “Harm’s our delight”
Henry Purcell
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2:12 |
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| 13 |
“The Queen of Carthage” – “Ho ho ho!”
Henry Purcell
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0:40 |
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| 14 |
“Ruin’d ’ere the set of sun?” – “Ho ho ho!”
Henry Purcell
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2:26 |
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| 15 |
“In our deep vaulted cell, the charm we’ll prepare”
Henry Purcell
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1:19 |
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| 16 |
Echo Dance of Furies
Henry Purcell
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1:16 |
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| 17 |
Ritornelle
Henry Purcell
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0:50 |
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| 18 |
“Thanks to these lonesome vales”
Henry Purcell
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2:59 |
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| 19 |
Gittars Passacaille
Henry Purcell
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3:05 |
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| 20 |
“Oft she visits this lone mountain”
Henry Purcell
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1:47 |
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| 21 |
“Behold, upon my bending spear” – “Haste, haste to town”
Henry Purcell
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1:22 |
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| 22 |
“Stay, Prince, and hear great Jove’s command”
Henry Purcell
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2:38 |
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| 23 |
“Then since our charms have sped”
Henry Purcell
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1:31 |
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| 24 |
Prelude – “Come away, fellow sailors” – The Sailors’ Dance
Henry Purcell
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2:17 |
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| 25 |
“See the flags and streamers curling”
Henry Purcell
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1:02 |
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| 26 |
“Our next motion”
Henry Purcell
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1:16 |
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| 27 |
The Witches’ Dance
Henry Purcell
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1:22 |
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| 28 |
Almand – “Your counsel all is urg’d in vain”
Henry Purcell
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7:48 |
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| 29 |
“Great minds against themselves conspire”
Henry Purcell
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1:00 |
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| 30 |
“Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me” – “When I am laid in earth”
Henry Purcell
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5:05 |
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| 31 |
“With drooping wings ye cupids come”
Henry Purcell
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4:53 |
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