Theodora, HWV 68 (George Frideric Handel)
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- CPDL #7131:
- Editor: Marco-cipoo.net (submitted 2004-05-31). Score information: A4, 2 pages Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: For Soprano Solo. Includes a keyboard version of the orchestral accompaniment.
66. How strange their ends
- CPDL #15549: Harmony Assistant
- Editor: Dominique Dos Santos (submitted 2007-11-27). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 159 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: For SATB.
72. O love divine
- CPDL #15548: Harmony Assistant
- Editor: Dominique Dos Santos (submitted 2007-11-27). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 108 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: For SATB.
General Information
Title: Theodore, HWV 68
Composer: George Frideric Handel
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Soloists:
- Theodora, a Christian of noble birth (soprano)
- Didymus, a Roman Officer, converted by and in love with Theodora (alto)
- Septimius, another Roman soldier and friend to Didymus (tenor)
- Valens, President of Antioch (bass)
- Irene, a Christian and friend of Theodora (mezzo-soprano)
- Messenger (tenor)
Language: English
Instruments: Orchestra: 2 sections of violins, violas, cellos, double basses, 2 flutes, 2 oboes, 2 bassoons, 1 contrabassoon, 2 horns, 2 trumpets, timpani, harpsichord, and organ
Published: 1750
Description:
External websites:
- Wikipedia article
- Full score, ed. Friedrich Chrysander, Leipzig 1860
- Complete libretto hosted by Stanford University
Original text and translations
English text
24. Angels, ever bright and fair,
Take, oh take me to your care;
Speed to your own courts my flight,
Clad in robes of virgin white.
66. How strange their ends,
And yet how glorious!
Where each contends
To fall victorious!
Where virtue its own innocence denies,
And for the vanquish’d the glad victor dies!
72. O love divine, thou source of fame,
Of glory, and all joy!
Let equal fire our souls inflame,
And equal zeal employ,
That we the glorious spring may know,
Whose streams appear'd so bright below.
