The Tempest reading

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Description

A short monologue from The Tempest by William Shakespeare.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
ye Elves of hills, Brooks standing lakes and groves Andy that on the sands with print lis foot do chase the ebbing Neptune and to fly him when he comes back. You Demi puppets that buy moonshine. Do the green sour ringlets make where of the you not bites and you whose pastime is to make midnight mushrooms that rejoice to hear the solemn curfew by whose aid? Weak masters, though ye be I have been deemed the noon tide. Son called forth the mutinous winds and twixt the green Sea and, as word vault set roaring war to the dread rattling thunder, Have I given fire and Rift ID jobs? Stout oak with his own bolt, the strong based, prominent Ori have I made Shake and by the Spurs plucked up the pine and cedar graves at my command, have waked their sleepers, oped and litem forth by my so potent art. But this rough magic I hear of jur and when I have required some heavenly music which even now I do toe work, mine end upon their senses that this airy charm is four. I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth and deeper than did ever plummet sound. I'll drown my book