Audition Information

Get ready for a fantasy throwback!

Theatre Knight's presents "The Tempest" an adaptation based on the classic Shakespeare work.

Please email krussell@mansd.org to be added to the Google Classroom for the company where virtual auditions and the majority of rehearsals will be held!

Auditions and Callbacks:

January 26th from 4-6pm

Cast Reveal/Read-through:

See below for the results of auditions!

Choose and memorize one of the following monologues for auditions!

Prospero. My brother and thy uncle, call'd 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 a 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?

Miranda. 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. Oh, 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. Oh, 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.

Ferdinand.There be some sports are painful, and their labour

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 labours 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 labours,

Most busy lest, when I do it.

Ariel. All hail, great master! Grave sir, hail! I come

To answer thy best pleasure, be ’t to fly,

To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curled clouds. To thy strong bidding, task

Ariel and all his quality.

To every article.

I boarded the king’s ship. Now on the beak,

Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,

I flamed amazement. Sometime I’d divide,

And burn in many places. On the topmast,

The yards, and bowsprit would I flame distinctly,

Then meet and join. Jove’s lightning, the precursors

O' th' dreadful thunderclaps, more momentary

And sight-outrunning were not. The fire and cracks

Of sulfurous roaring the most mighty Neptune

Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,

Yea, his dread trident shake.