My audition for A Midsummer Night's Dream is on November, 27th, at 11:10am. It's a Sunday. And I'm not nervous yet. I'm really considering doing a short excerpt from Twelfth Night.
Olivia.
O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon.
Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing,
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause,
But rather reason thus with reason fetter,
Love sought is good, but given unsought better.
But I'm afraid it might be short-lived. Bland. Lacking of something. I think I only picked this one because I am in love with Olivia's character.
Hm.
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