Z 626 Dido and Aeneas I, 2: "Ah! Belinda, I am press'd". [Neapolitan translation]

DIDO Ah! Belinda, I am press'd

With torment not to be confess'd.

Peace and I are strangers grown,

I languish till my grief is known,

Yet would not have it guess'd.

CHOR When monarchs unite, how happy their state;

They triumph at once o'er their foes and their fate.