Alfred DellerPhilippe JarousskyAndreas Scholl Click to view
Music for a while.
Shall all your cares beguile:
Wondering how your pains were eased.
And disdaining to be pleased,
Till Alecto free the dead.
From their eternal bands,
Till the snakes drop from her head,
And the whip from out her hands.
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