[Recit] Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me,
On thy bosom let me rest,
More I would, but Death invades me;
Death is now a welcome guest.
[Aria] When I am laid, am laid in earth,
May my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in thy breast;
When I am laid, am laid in earth,
May my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in thy breast;
Remember me,
but ah! Forget my fate,
Remember me, but ah!
Forget my fate.
Remember me,
Remember me, but ah!
Forget my fate.
Remember me, but ah!
Forget my fate.