List of Arias and Set Numbers
| First lines | Performed by |
|---|---|
| Act 1 | |
| "Recondita armonia" ("Hidden harmony") |
Cavaradossi |
| "Non la sospiri, la nostra casetta" ("Do you not long for our little house") |
Tosca, Cavaradossi |
| "Qual'occhio" ("What eyes in the world") |
Cavaradossi, Tosca |
| "Va, Tosca!" ("Go, Tosca!") |
Scarpia, Chorus |
| Te Deum laudamus ("We praise thee, O God") |
Scarpia, Chorus |
| Act 2 | |
| "Ha più forte sapore" ("For myself the violent conquest") |
Scarpia |
| "Vittoria! Vittoria!" ("Victory! Victory!") |
Cavaradossi |
| "Già, mi dicon venal" ("Yes, they say that I am venal") |
Scarpia |
| "Vissi d'arte" ("I lived for art, I lived for love") |
Tosca |
| Act 3 | |
| "Io de' sospiri" ("I give you sighs") |
Voice of a shepherd boy |
| "E lucevan le stelle" ("And the stars shone") |
Cavaradossi |
| "O dolci mani" ("Oh, sweet hands") |
Cavaradossi |
| "Amaro sol per te m'era il morire" ("Only for you did death taste bitter for me") |
Cavaradossi, Tosca |
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