| 1 | Overture | Henry Purcell | 2:03 |
| 2 | “Shake the cloud from off your brow” | Henry Purcell | 1:08 |
| 3 | “Ah! Belinda, I am prest with torment” | Henry Purcell | 6:40 |
| 4 | “Grief increases by concealing” | Henry Purcell | 0:50 |
| 5 | “Whence could so much virtue spring?” | Henry Purcell | 4:22 |
| 6 | “See, your royal guest appears” | Henry Purcell | 0:53 |
| 7 | “Cupid only throws the dart” | Henry Purcell | 0:40 |
| 8 | “If not for mine, for Empire’s sake” – “Pursue thy conquest, love” | Henry Purcell | 1:09 |
| 9 | Gittars Chacony | Henry Purcell | 2:32 |
| 10 | “To the hills and vales” | Henry Purcell | 1:03 |
| 11 | Triumphing Dance | Henry Purcell | 1:27 |
| 12 | Prelude – “Wayward sisters” – “Harm’s our delight” | Henry Purcell | 2:12 |
| 13 | “The Queen of Carthage” – “Ho ho ho!” | Henry Purcell | 0:40 |
| 14 | “Ruin’d ’ere the set of sun?” – “Ho ho ho!” | Henry Purcell | 2:26 |
| 15 | “In our deep vaulted cell, the charm we’ll prepare” | Henry Purcell | 1:19 |
| 16 | Echo Dance of Furies | Henry Purcell | 1:16 |
| 17 | Ritornelle | Henry Purcell | 0:50 |
| 18 | “Thanks to these lonesome vales” | Henry Purcell | 2:59 |
| 19 | Gittars Passacaille | Henry Purcell | 3:05 |
| 20 | “Oft she visits this lone mountain” | Henry Purcell | 1:47 |
| 21 | “Behold, upon my bending spear” – “Haste, haste to town” | Henry Purcell | 1:22 |
| 22 | “Stay, Prince, and hear great Jove’s command” | Henry Purcell | 2:38 |
| 23 | “Then since our charms have sped” | Henry Purcell | 1:31 |
| 24 | Prelude – “Come away, fellow sailors” – The Sailors’ Dance | Henry Purcell | 2:17 |
| 25 | “See the flags and streamers curling” | Henry Purcell | 1:02 |
| 26 | “Our next motion” | Henry Purcell | 1:16 |
| 27 | The Witches’ Dance | Henry Purcell | 1:22 |
| 28 | Almand – “Your counsel all is urg’d in vain” | Henry Purcell | 7:48 |
| 29 | “Great minds against themselves conspire” | Henry Purcell | 1:00 |
| 30 | “Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me” – “When I am laid in earth” | Henry Purcell | 5:05 |
| 31 | “With drooping wings ye cupids come” | Henry Purcell | 4:53 |