Purcell: Dido and Aeneas / Galliard: Pan and Syrinx

Dido and Aeneas: Overture

Dido and Aeneas: Act 1. Shake the cloud from off your brow,

Dido and Aeneas: Act 1. Ah! Belinfa, I am press'd

Dido and Aeneas: Act 1. Grief increasing by concealing

Dido and Aeneas: Act 1. Whence could so much virtue spring?

Dido and Aeneas: Act 1. Fear no danger to ensue,

Dido and Aeneas: Act 1. The Baske Dance

Dido and Aeneas: Act 1. See, your royal guest appears.

Dido and Aeneas: Act 1. If not for mine, for Empire's sake,

Dido and Aeneas: Act 1. The Triumphing Dance

Dido and Aeneas: Act 2. Wayward sister, you that fright

Dido and Aeneas: Act 2. The Queen of Carthage, whom we hate,

Dido and Aeneas: Act 2. But ere we this perform,

Dido and Aeneas: Act 2. Echo Dance

Dido and Aeneas: Act 2. Ritournelle

Dido and Aeneas: Act 2. Thanks to these lonesome vales,

Dido and Aeneas: Act 2. Oft she visits this lone mountain,

Dido and Aeneas: Act 2. Behold! upon my bending spear

Dido and Aeneas: Act 2. Stay, Prince, and hear great Jove's command!

Dido and Aeneas: Act 2. Then since our charms have sped,

Dido and Aeneas: Act 2. The Groves' Dance

Dido and Aeneas: Act 3. Come away fellow sailors, your anchors

Dido and Aeneas: Act 3. The Sailors' Dance

Dido and Aeneas: Act 3. See the flags and streamers curling,

Dido and Aeneas: Act 3. Our next motion

Dido and Aeneas: Act 3. A Dance

Dido and Aeneas: Act 3. Your counsel all is urg'd in vain,

Dido and Aeneas: Act 3. Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me,

Dido and Aeneas: Act 3. With drooping wings ye Cupids come

Dido and Aeneas: Act 3. Cupids' Dance

Pan and Syrinx: Ouverture (Part 1)

Pan and Syrinx: Ouverture (Part 2 )

Pan and Syrinx: Ouverture (Part 3 )

Pan and Syrinx: Ouverture (Part 4)

Pan and Syrinx: On sunny Hills, in gloomy Shades,

Pan and Syrinx: Free from Sorrow, free from Anguish

Pan and Syrinx: What do I see?

Pan and Syrinx: Go leave me 'tis in vain.

Pan and Syrinx: How Insolently Coy! am I to be despis'd?

Pan and Syrinx: Gentle Cupid aid my pleasure

Pan and Syrinx: Symphony

Pan and Syrinx: The rising Morn her purple Beams now sheds

Pan and Syrinx: Bid the Tunefull cornet Sound

Pan and Syrinx: Yet hold; Some Ill our much-lov'd Syrinx waits,

Pan and Syrinx: Air for Nymphs

Pan and Syrinx: Air 1 for the Nymphs and Sylvans

Pan and Syrinx: Air 2 for the Nymphs and Sylvans

Pan and Syrinx: Those glances Stol'n a Flame confess;

Pan and Syrinx: Fairest if thou canst be kind, Ah!

Pan and Syrinx: Think'st thou that aukward mien has Charms

Pan and Syrinx: Let Nature henceforward neglect

Pan and Syrinx: A Sylvan & a Nymph Dance

Pan and Syrinx: Well do these Sports become Diana's Train,

Pan and Syrinx: Whilst your Harmony fills

Pan and Syrinx: How Sweet the warbling Linnet sings

Pan and Syrinx: Toil'd & Impatient have I sought you long,

Pan and Syrinx: Why should Love, that triffling Passion

Pan and Syrinx: Love! How impatient hast thou made me?

Pan and Syrinx: Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.

Pan and Syrinx: Cruel Sylvan O forbear

Pan and Syrinx: Surprizing Change!

Pan and Syrinx: But see! the Goddess comes;

Pan and Syrinx: Presumtuous God! Am I so little fear'd

Pan and Syrinx: Lawless Rage & wild desire

Pan and Syrinx: O mighty Goddess! To thy will I bend

Pan and Syrinx: Dance of Nymphs and Sylvans

Pan and Syrinx: Bouree 1 & 2

Pan and Syrinx: Great Diana will we Sing

The Masque of Cupid and Bacchus: A Symphony of pipes imitating the chirping of birds

The Masque of Cupid and Bacchus: Hark how the Songsters of the Grove

The Masque of Cupid and Bacchus: Love in their little veins inspires

The Masque of Cupid and Bacchus: But ah! how much are our delights more dear,

The Masque of Cupid and Bacchus: Hence with your trifling Deity.

The Masque of Cupid and Bacchus: Come all, come all to me, make haste

The Masque of Cupid and Bacchus: Who can resist such mighty Charmes,

The Masque of Cupid and Bacchus: Return revolting Rebells where d'ye goe?

The Masque of Cupid and Bacchus: The Cares of Lovers, their Allarms,

The Masque of Cupid and Bacchus: Love quickly is pall'd tho' with Labour 'tis

The Masque of Cupid and Bacchus: Come let us agree,