AENEAS
Behold, upon my bending spear
A monster's head stands bleeding,
With tushes far exceeding
Those did Venus' huntsman tear.
DIDO
The skies are clouded, hark! how thunder
Rends the mountain oaks a sunder.
BELINDA
Haste, haste to town, this open field
No shelter from the storm can yield.
CHORUS:
Haste, haste to town, this open field
No shelter from the storm can yield.