Z 628 King Arthur II, 12. Hither, this way, this way bend, [Neapolitan translation]

PHILIDEL

Hither, this way, this way bend,

Trust not the malicious fiend.

Those are false deluding lights

Wafted far and near by sprites.

Trust 'em not, for they'll deceive ye,

And in bogs and marshes leave ye.

CHORUS OF PHILIDEL'S SPIRITS

Hither, this way, this way bend.

CHORUS OF GRIMBALD' S SPIRITS

This way, hither, this way bend.

PHILIDEL

If you step no danger thinking,

Down you fall, a furlong sinking.

'Tis a fiend who has annoy'd ye:

Name but Heav'n, and he'll avoid ye.

Hither, hither, this way bend.

PHILIDEL' S SPIRITS

Hither, this way, this way bend.

GRIMBALD' S SPIRITS

This way, hither, this way bend.

PHILIDEL' S SPIRITS

Trust not the malicious fiend.

GRIMBALD' S SPIRITS

Trust not the malicious fiend.

PHILIDEL' S SPIRITS

Hither, this way, this way bend.