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.