Arne's setting of the "Dirge from Cymbeline", a common eighteenth century insertion into Shakespeare's play. This edition includes a keyboard reduction of the original orchestral accompaniment; a full version is also available.

Lyrics: William Collins

To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
Each opening sweet of earliest bloom,
And rifle all the breathing Spring.

No wailing ghost shall dare appear,
To vex, with shrieks, this quiet grove;
But shepherd lads assemble here,
And melting virgins own their love.

No wither'd witch shall here be seen,
No goblins lead their nightly crew;
The female fays shall haunt the green,
And dress the grove with pearly dew.

The redbreast oft, at evening hours,
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
With hoary moss, and gathered flowers,
To deck the ground where thou art laid.

Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
For thee the tear be duly shed;
Belov'd till life can charm no more,
And mourn'd till pity's self be dead.

When howling winds and beating rain
In tempest shake the sylvan cell;
Or 'midst the chase, on every plain,
The tender thought on thee shall dwell.