Romeo and Juliet audio Musical/drama extra's and minor characters
Project Overview
This is a nonprofit project for the purpose of education.
Romeo and Juliet is a famous Shakespearean play only this time with monologues set to music you can hear some demos here:
https://soundcloud.com/jaden-angel/romeo-and-juliet-the-musical
https://soundcloud.com/jaden-angel/romeo-and-juliet-juliet-nurse
https://soundcloud.com/jaden-angel/romeo-and-juliet-prince-demo
Note: you should have a decent understanding of romeo and Juliet before you audition, you should also have a decent quality mic, if you have a better mic that is ordered but has not arrived yet, please let me know in the comments or you won't be considered. Also this is English and unless your playing romeo should sound like your speaking English not over dramatic squabble. That's not to say you can't have an ascent or anything of the sort but you should speak the way real people would. Emotion and all.
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TYBALT
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy deathTYBALT
What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
Have at thee, coward!(a song of your choice)
Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;
His fault concludes but what the law should end,
The life of Tybalt.Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:
What further woe conspires against mine age?(this character has no songs but sing if you like?)
Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
(a song of your choice)
When the devout religion of mine eye (song of your choice)
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
And these, who often drown'd could never die,
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.(a song showing your range of your choice)
I mean, sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits
Five times in that ere once in our five wits.O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
The traces of the smallest spider's web,
The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
Not so big as a round little worm
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,
O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,
Then dreams, he of another benefice:
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night,
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage:(a song of your choice showing your range)
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air
And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
my only love sprung from my only hate
(asking why he has to be a montocue) O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.(a song of your choice showing your range)
And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
Part, fools!
Put up your swords; you know not what you do.Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
That westward rooteth from the city's side,
So early walking did I see your son:
Towards him I made, but he was ware of me
And stole into the covert of the wood:
I, measuring his affections by my own,
That most are busied when they're most alone,
Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.(a song of your choice showing your range)
Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.
(a song of your choosing showing your range)
Benedicite!
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
Young son, it argues a distemper'd head
So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:
Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;
Or if not so, then here I hit it right,
Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.(a song of your choice)
These times of woe afford no time to woo.
Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.My father Capulet will have it so;
And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.(a song of your choice)
So many guests invite as here are writ.
Send for the county; go tell him of this:
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.(a song of your choice)
Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?(a song of your choice)
(an monologue you think suits her given she has few lines in the play)