I need to see the girls again.

Call back folks:   I have yet to receive many of the emails about your cast commitments.  If I haven't heard from you I am assuming you are only interested in a main character.   

 I know you are all hoping this post will be the list.     Well I am half there.    But I do need to see the call back girls tomorrow after school in my room.    
Aaliyah Jenks
Becka Frost
Callie Wilde
Catie Mondon
Emily McCullam
Katie Merkley
Katrina Wood
Kelsee Ivie
Nicole Kearl
Rebecca Jeppsen
Sydney Smith  

You will each perform both monologues.   It shouldn't take more than an hour.   Please wait in the classroom and we will bring you in one at a time.  Please don't panic and attempt to memorize them.  Tips---look up unfamiliar words, check breaths, color code, look for meaning and interpretation.   I am looking for variety and flexibility.   I need to see two different characters.   


Mono 1
Oft have I heard of you, my Lord Biron,
Before I saw you; and the world's large tongue
Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks,
Full of comparisons and wounding flouts,
Which you on all estates will execute
That lie within the mercy of your wit.
To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain,
And therewithal to win me, if you please,
Without the which I am not to be won,
You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day
Visit the speechless sick and still converse
With groaning wretches; and your task shall be,
With all the fierce endeavor of your wit
To enforce the pained impotent to smile. 


Monologue 2
A time, methinks, too short To make a world-without-end bargain in.
No, no, my lord, your grace is perjured much,
Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this:
If for my love, as there is no such cause,
You will do aught, this shall you do for me:
Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed
To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
Remote from all the pleasures of the world;
There stay until the twelve celestial signs
Have brought about the annual reckoning.
If this austere insociable life
Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds
Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
But that it bear this trial and last love;
Then, at the expiration of the year,
Come challenge me, challenge me by these deserts,
And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine
I will be thine; and till that instant shut
My woeful self up in a mourning house,
Raining the tears of lamentation
For the remembrance of my father's death.
If this thou do deny, let our hands part,
Neither entitled in the other's heart.