Z 631 The Tempest, V, 13 Your awful voice I hear. [Italian translation]

Æolus

Your awful voice I hear and I obey,

Brother to Jove and monarch of the sea.

Come down, my blusterers,

Swell no more,

Your stormy rage give o’er.

To your prisons below,

Down you must go.

In hollow rocks your revels make,

Nor till I call, your trembling dens forsake.

• Artist:Henry Purcell
• Album:Purcell: The Fairy Queen; Songs And Arias.