ANTONIO - The Tempest. Ay, sir: where lies that? If twere a kibe, Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not. ARIEL - The Tempest

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1 AUDITION EXPECTATIONS : Prepare one monologue from The Tempest AND one monologue from Girls Like That. Note : If you are interested in the role of Prospero, please prepare both Prospero pieces in addition to one piece from Girls Like That. ARIEL - The Tempest Confined together In the same fashion as you gave in charge, Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir, In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell: They cannot budge till your release. The king, His brother, and yours abide all three distracted, And the remainder mourning over them, Brimful of sorrow and dismay: but chiefly Him that you termed, sir, the good old lord Gonzalo: His tears run down his beard, like winter s drops From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. ANTONIO - The Tempest Ay, sir: where lies that? If twere a kibe, Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences That stand twixt me and Milan, candied be they, And melt ere they molest! Here lies your brother, No better than the earth he lies upon, If he were that which now he s like that s dead Whom I with this obedient steel three inches of it Can lay to bed forever: whiles you, doing thus, To the perpetual wink for e vr might put This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, They ll take suggestion as a cat laps milk: They ll tell the clock to any business that We say befits the hour.

2 CALIBAN - The Tempest FERDINAND - The Tempest I must eat my dinner. This island s mine by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak st from me. When thou cam st first, Thou strok st me and made much of me: wouldst give me Water with berries in t, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o th isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren places and fertile. Cursed be I that did so! All the charms Of Sycorax toads, beetles, bats light on you! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me There be some sports are painful, and their labor Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters Point to rich ends. This my mean task Would be as heavy to me as odious, but The mistress which I serve quickens what s dead And makes my labors pleasures: O, she is Ten times more gentle than her father s crabbed: And he s composed of harshness. I must remove Some thousands of these logs and pile them up, Upon a sore injunction. My sweet mistress Weeps when she sees me work and says such baseness Had never like executor. I forget: But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors. The rest o th island.

3 PROSPERO - The Tempest PROSPERO II - The Tempest My brother and thy uncle, called Antonio I pray thee, mark me that a brother should Be so perfidious he whom next thyself Of all the world I loved, and to him put The manage of my state, as at that time Through all the signories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed In dignity, and for the liberal arts Without parallel; those being all my study, The government I cast upon my brother And to my state grew stranger, being transported And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle Dost thou attend me? You do look, my son, in a moved sort, As if you were dismayed: be cheerful, sir. 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. Sir, I am vexed, Bear with my weakness, my old brain is troubled: Be not disturbed with my infirmity. If you be pleased, retire into my cell And there repose. A turn or two I ll walk To still my beating mind.

4 MIRANDA - The Tempest If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to th welkin s cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her Dashed all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perished. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere It should the good ship so have swallowed, and The fraughting souls within her. Girls Like That: Girl (13) I live on a farm. We have chickens. And every time we get some new hens, it starts again - it lasts no more than five minutes, but they battle it out, to determine the pecking order. They jump on each other s backs, push the other with their chests, rip feathers out of each other with their beaks. They go until it s clear who goes where in the hierarchy. My brother, he s older, he s seven, he cries whenever this happens, tries to pull them apart, the referee. But I am a five-year-old girl. I stand back and watch. I understand. Girls Like That: Girl (37) Russell s body is what you would expect. He goes to the gym. He plays rugby. It s as I imagined. That s not to say I spend my days picturing Russell naked, but if I did, that s what he would look like - like he does. (pause) What is almost one hundred percent certain is that it was Scarlett who put the photo online. A likely hypothesis is that she did this as an act of revenge. What is less clear-cut is the motive for revenge which can be narrowed down to one of two possibilities: one - it was Russell who sent round the photo of her naked. Whether or not it actually was I can neither confirm or deny, nor is it actually relevant, what s important is she believes it to be the case. Two - as revenge for embarrassing her in the hall yesterday in front of everyone. What I can say for definite is that the photo of Russell has made its way round the entire school.

5 Girls Like That: Girl with Aviator Helmet and Goggles (36) Let me give you some advice. Don t drink tea before ya fly. I tell ya I couldn t live without me mornin tea, but nothing worse than bein seven thousand feet in the air, clouds everywhere, no navigation equipment or radio aids and thinkin I don t know how much longer fore I go in me knickers. I try to tell this to the man who I ve been assigned for the day drinkin a steamin hot cup. It s February Just another mornin like any other at the Airport Transport Auxillary - only today it s a Hudson I gotta deliver for maintenance, which means there s gotta be two of us. Me and this guy. And i m tryin t tell him, give em some advice so I don t gotta be worried about him needin to pee up in the air, but he s havin none of it. Don t want t hear about it. Don t want t hear none of it. Don t even want t be flyin with me. He s not takin orders from a girl. Starts mumblin bout what s the world coming to. World at war, Pearl Harbor bein bombed, and t top it all off we got some girl flying places. Girls Like That: Girl with Flowers in her Hair (49) Were you going to tell me? He s looking at me like I ve shot Martin Luther King or something. Like I ve shot Bobby Kennedy. I m telling you now. We re sitting in a park, enjoying one of the few days of sunshine. It s August 1969, one of the worst summers on record. Besides there s nothing to tell. He stares at a group of people our age smoking in the distance. A girl dances, moving her lips to a song we can t hear. And as if she was whispered some answer to him, he: We can live with my parents. And I laugh. I can t help it. And I remember why I love him. Well do you have a better idea? When did we become so old? We re only sixteen but I feel a century. And I wonder what the next century will look like. I start thinking about the year 2000 and what a strange number that seems and I picture us in flying cars. And he s still talking. I catch the end of his diatribe when he: We don t have a choice. And just like that I know that while I love him, we will not grow old together.

6 Girls Like That: Girl with Shoulder Pads (62) The girls are like what are you doing after school? Oh you know, I m just going to work. To my law firm. And the girls tell me to stay out of Stanley s way. Stanley is his first name and his last name which is the dumbest thing I ve ever heard. Unless the girls are just saying that to trick me, but I don t care. And then today I ve got these papers I gotta deliver to Mr. Stanley s secretary. Only she s on break so I knock on his door. The first thing he says is: That s a pretty outfit. See, it s important to dress for success. That s what my mom says. I don t tell him this obviously. I just say: Thank you sir. And this is where it gets really good. As I m handing him his papers, he puts his hand on my waist and he says: What an efficient young woman you are. You ll be put to good use here. I want to be a lawyer, sir. And his hand has subtly slid further down my waist. Well this will certainly be a good experience for you then, he says. I thought so too, I tell him. But I m not so sure. See you re supposed to be this amazing lawyer, but you seem not to know about any kind of employment law. See this, right here would be considered sexual harassment in the workplace. Girls Like That: Scarlett (66) I used to ask myself every night why? Why? What did I ever do to you? And then I would imagine twenty-five years from now coming to a school reunion and I d be there in my Armani suit with my beautiful husband and my beautiful handbag and my beautiful children and when you all say: Scarlett! Scarlett! I d say: I m sorry. I don t recognize you. I don t recognize any of you. And then I d leave. But as I sat on the packed L in Chicago, no one recognized me. No one pointed, no one whispered. And I realized you all are nothing. There is a big bad world out there where St. Helen s means nothing. There is a big bad world that is just ready to swallow you up. But when it swallows you up, it will vomit you back up. Because you are indigestible girls. That s the kind of girls you are. You are food poisoning. And the world will know you are girls like that. And you will be all alone. Together, but alone. Do you see? And I will forget you. I have forgotten you. Because I am not a St. Helen s girl. But you will not forget me. After all, you have my photo to remember me by.