01 Ouverture
02 Shake the cloud from off your brow (1. Akt)
03 Banish, sorrow, banish care
04 Ah! Belina, I am pressed with torment
05 Grief increases by concealing
06 When monarchs unite, how happy their state
07 Whence could so much virtue spring?
08 Fear no danger to ensue
09 See, your Royal geust appears
10 Cupid only throws the dart
11 If not for mine, for empire's sake
12 To the hils and the vales
13 The triumphing dance
14 Wayward sisters, you that fright (2. Akt) - Harm's our delight
15 The Queen of Cathage, whom we hate - Ho ho ho!
16 Ruined ere the set of sun? - Ho ho ho!
17 But ere we this perform
18 In our deep vaulted cell
19 Eche dance of furies
20 Ritornelle
21 Thanks to these lonesome vales
22 Oft she visits this loved
23 Behold, upon my bending spear
24 Haste, haste to town
25 Stay, Prince, and hear great Jove's command
26 Come away, fellow sailors (3. Akt)
27 The sailor's dance
28 See the flags and streamers curling
29 Our next motion
30 Destruction's our delight
31 The witches' dance
32 Your counsel all is urged in vain
33 Great minds against themselves conspire
34 Thy hand, Belinda; darkness shades me
35 When I am laid in earth
36 With drooping wings
