Our Revels Now Are Ended (2004)

For Baritone Solo, Vocal Ensemble or Chorus and Orchestra   8 minutes

“LONG before Chiantishire was a glint in John Mortimer’s eye, there was a corner of Tuscany that was for ever England. The annual opera festival at Batignano, a nursery of British talent for the past 30 years, may be a modest thing by the standards of Salzburg and Savonlinna but it has had at least as much effect on the operatic life of Europe; and this year will be its last.”
Robert Thicknesse, The Times (UK), May 28,2004

Our Revels Now Are Ended which sets Prospero’s final speech from The Tempest was composed for the final opera festival organised by Adam Pollock in Batignano, Tuscany where several of Dove’s works received their first performance.

Our Revels Now Are Ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

William Shakespeare
The Tempest, Act IV Scene 1

Le feste son finite
Nos fêtes sont finies
Die Festen sind beendet
Di noi son intessuto i sogni
Nous sommes l’étoffe dont viennent les songes
Wir sind der Stoff zum Träumeschaffen

Text: Prospero’s monologue Act IV, Scene 1 from Shakespeare’s The Tempest

Composed for the final performance of Musica Nel Chiostro

First performance: 14th August 2004, Convento di Santa Croce, Batignano, Italy.


Bar Solo—3S.3A.3T.3B———Perc—Str(min