Jessye Norman Dido and Aeneas Act 1 : Ah Belinda, I Am Prest

DIDO: Ah Belinda, I am prest With torment not to be confest, Peace and I are strangers grown. I languish till my grief is known, yet would not have it guess d. BELINDA Grief increases by concealing DIDO Mine admits of no revealing. BELINDA Then let me speak; the Trojan guest into your tender thoughts has pressed; the greatest blessing Fate can give, Our Carthage to secure and Troy revive. CHORUS When monarchs unite, how happy their state, They triumph at once, o er their foes and their fate.