LSC Shakespeare Demo The Tempest Monologue

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Description

Prospera's monologue from \"The Tempest\" by William Shakespeare

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Senior (55+)

Accents

British (General) North American (General)

Transcript

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The elves of hills, Brooks, standing lakes and groves and ye that on the sands with print foot to chase the ebbing Neptune and to fly him. When he comes back, you Demi puppets that by moonshine. Do the green sour ringlets make where of the you not bites and you whose past time is to make midnight mushrooms? That rejoice to hear the solemn curfew by whose aid weak masters though ye be, I have be dimmed the noon tied sun called forth the mutinous winds and twixt the green sea and the vault set roaring war to the dredge. Rattling thunder. Have I given fire and drifted Jove stout oak with his own bolt. The strong based promontory have I made shake and by the spurs plucked up the pine and cedar graves at my command have waked their sleepers ed and let them forth by my so potent art. But this rough magic I hear Obure and when I have required some heavenly music which even now I do to work mine end upon their senses that this airy charm is for. I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth and deeper than did ever plummet sound. I'll drown my book.