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AUDITIONS WILL BE HELD ON:
  • Wednesday, September 25th (3:30-6:00 pm) in Performance Lab / Room 109
CALLBACKS (IF NEEDED) WILL BE HELD ON:
  • Thursday, September 26th (3:30-6:00 pm) in Performance Lab / Room 109
COME PREPARED WITH:
  • One Shakespeare monologue - 60 seconds or less
  • If you don't have one prepared, please feel free to use one of the monologues listed below
  • Please have the Audition Form filled out before the day of the audition
  • Please be available for the entire audition time

Benedick / Much Ado About Nothing / Act II Scene 1
O, she misused me past the endurance of a block! She told me, not thinking I had been myself, that I was the prince's jester, that I was duller than a great thaw; huddling jest upon jest with such impossible conveyance upon me that I stood like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting at me. She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star. Come, talk not of her. (long pause) Certainly, while she is here, a man may live as quiet in hell as in a sanctuary; and people sin upon purpose, because they would go thither.
 
Macbeth / Macbeth / Act II Scene 1
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes.

Beatrice / Much Ado About Nothing / Act I Scene 1
Alas, he gets nothing by that, in our last conflict four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man governed with one: so that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to be known a reasonable creature. He hath every month a new sworn brother. For he wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block. But, I pray you, who is his companion now?  God help the noble Claudio! If he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a thousand pound to be cured.

Lady Macbeth / Macbeth / Act I Scene 7
Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
Like the poor cat i' the adage?
What beast was't, then,
That made you break this enterprise to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a man;
And, to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the man.

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