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King Arthur --- 2017
This recording was made following performances of 'King Arthur' in Paris (Théâtre du Châtelet) in February 1995. Recorded 21-22 & 25-26 February 1995, salle Berthier, Paris. Front Cover: Howard Ward as King Arthur.
Tracklist
KING ARTHUR Or The British Worthy - "A Dramatic Opera"
Overture
Air
First Act
Woden, First To Thee A Milk-white Steed, In Battle Won, We Have Scrific'd
The White Horse Neigh'd Aloud ... To Wooden, Our Defender, Thanks We Render
The Lot Is Cast, And Tanfan Pleas'd; Of Mortal Cares You Shall Be Eas'd
Brave Souls, To Be Renown'd In Story ... Die And Reap The Fruit Of Glory
I Call You All To Woden's Hall
"Come If You Dare", Our Trumpets Sound / First Act Tune
Second Act
Hither, This Way, This Way Bend, Trust Not The Malicious Fiend
Let Not A Moonborn Elf Mislead Ye From Your Prey And From Your Glory / Hither, This Way, This Way Bend
Come, Follow Me
How Blest Are Shepherds, How Happy Their Lasses, While Drums And Trumpets Are Sounding Alarms!
Shepherd, Shepherd, Leave Decoying: Pipes Are Sweet On Summer's Day
Come, Shepherd, Lead Up A Lively Measure / Hornpipe
Second Act Tune: Air
Third Act
Prelude
What Ho! Thou Genius Of This Isle, What Ho!
Prelude While Cold Genius Rises / What Power Art Thou, Who From Below Hast Made Me Rise
Thou Doting Fool, Forbear, Forbear!
Great Love, I Know Thee Now
No Part Of My Dominion Shall Be Waste
Prelude
See, See, We Assemble Thy Revels To Hold / Dance
'Tis I, 'tis I That Have Warm'd Ye / 'Tis Love That Has Warm'd Us
Sound A Parley, Ye Fair, And Surrender. Set Yourselves And Your Lovers At Ease / Ritornello / 'Tis Love That Has Warm'd Us
Third Act Tune: Hornpipe
Fourth Act
Two Daughters Of This Aged Stream Are We
How Happy The Lover, How Easy His Chain! / For Love Ev'ry Creature Is Form's By His Nature / In Vain Are Our Graces In Vain Are Your Eyes If Love You Despise
Fourth Act Tune: Air
Fifth Act
Trumpet Tune
Ye Blust'ring Brethren Of The Skies... Retire And Let Britannia Rise
Symphony
Round Thy Coast, Fair Nymph Of Britain, For Thy Guard Our Waters Flow
For Folded Flocks, And Fruitful Plains... Fair Britain All The World Outvies
Your Hay It Is Mow'd And Your Corn Is Reap'd
Fairest Isle, All Isles Excelling
You Say 'Tis Love Creates The Pain Of Which So Sadly You Complain
Trumpet Tune (Warlike Consort)
Saint George The Patron Of Our Isle... On This Auspicious Order Smile
Our Natives Not Alone Appear To Court The Martial Prize
Chaconne