Behold Upon My Bending Spear Lyrics

Henry Purcell Behold Upon My Bending Spear

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 asunder.

BELINDA (repeated by CHORUS)
Haste, haste to town, this open field
no shelter from the storm can yield.