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Updated: Oct 5, 2023

The Tempest

By William Shakespeare

Directed by Arlee Olson

Open Auditions: October 2nd and 3rd 6:30pm - 9:00 pm; callbacks October 4th

Rehearsal Timeframe: October 16th - January 18th

Evening Performances (7:30pm): January 19, 20, 26, and 27

Matinee Performances (2:30pm): January 21 & 28

The Majestic Theatre (a division of the City of Corvallis Parks and Recreation department) is committed to equity, diversity, and inclusion and to creating a safe place for actors of all backgrounds to explore their craft. We are particularly eager to work with artists of color and other artists from marginalized communities. All auditions are free and open to the public. This audition is for an amateur, volunteer production. The Majestic Theatre staff and volunteers do not discriminate on the basis of age, national origin, race, gender, ethnic background, ability, religious beliefs, sexual orientation, or any protected class.

Auditions will be held in person at the Majestic Theatre. Please download and fill out our audition form located at and bring it with you to the audition. If you can’t, forms will be available at the audition.

A headshot will be requested to be posted with the cast list.


The Tempest is:

– a fantasy about magic and spirits,

– a survival story about being shipwrecked on an uncharted island,

– A drama about a dysfunctional family, and political intrigue,

– A comedy that ridicules all of the above.

This beloved Shakespearean classic has a little bit of everything: love, tragedy, revenge, drunken butlers, airy spirits, shipwreck, and wizardry. Prospero, a practitioner of the magical arts, and his young daughter Miranda are betrayed and stranded on an uncharted island, populated by a single islander, Caliban, and many spirits who delight in creating mischief. Through his wizardry, Prospero engineers a tempest, and a shipwreck which gives him the opportunity to exact revenge against those who wronged him. The play forces the characters and the audience to confront questions about redemption, forgiveness, reparations, and the power of love as a force for regeneration.


This production will bring the island to life with music, dance, and the kind of magic that you only find in the theater. I’m looking for actors, dancers and a few singers who are interested in exploring this admittedly problematic text. Performers of any age, gender, race, or ability are invited to audition; any casting preferences are specified in the character descriptions below. This Tempest will be set in a world where a woman can be anything from a Duke to a butler, to a sailor, so I will not necessarily be sticking with character genders assigned by Shakespeare. Pronouns will be adjusted in the script after actors are cast. Age ranges for characters are the age of the characters themselves; actors of other ages may be cast in those roles. We will be casting up to 29 performers.


Auditions will be held in person at the Majestic Theatre. You do NOT need to prepare a monologue. Wear comfortable clothes to audition. Be ready to move (within your comfortable ability to do so), collaborate with others, and make bold choices. A headshot will be requested to be posted with the cast list.




Character Age: 45-65

Character Race: Any

Character Ethnicity: Any

Desired Actor Gender: Any

Desired Actor Gender: Any

Ability/movement: On stage a lot. Must be able to climb stairs to the platform above the cave.

Line burden: Heavy

Character: A magician, and the rightful ruler of Milan, whose title and property have been seized by a traitorous sibling. Prospero has found refuge on an unchartered island and has lived there (along with daughter Miranda) for 15 years, surviving by magically enslaving the spirits of the island. Prospero is a human in need of redemption.


Character Age: 18

Character Race: Any

Character Ethnicity: Any

Desired Character Gender: Female

Desired Actor Gender: Female

Ability/movement: Must be able to climb stairs to the platform above her cave. Some romantic scenes with Ferdinand. Any intimacy will be carefully choreographed.

Line Burden: Medium

Character: Prospero’s child. After living on the island since the age of 3, she is innocent, credulous, kind, empathetic, and wants to believe the best in people.


Character Age: ageless

Character Race: Any

Character Ethnicity: Spirit

Desired Actor Gender: I’m looking for one male presenting actor, and one female presenting actor to play the character at the same time.

Ability/movement: comfortable with movement and dance. Must be able to run, leap, climb stairs, jump onto and off platforms. At least one of the Ariel actors should be comfortable singing a solo.

Line burden: Medium

Character: Ariel is a spirit of the island, and therefore beyond age and gender. I would like to cast two Ariels: one male presenting, one female presenting, to play the one part at the same time. I envision two graceful humans with similar body types who work well together, moving sometimes together, sometimes separately, but always as the same unique spirit. Some lines will be spoken in unison, some will be spoken individually.

SPIRITS (looking for ten dancers)

Character age: all

Character Race: Any – looking for as much diversity as possible

Character Ethnicity: Spirit

Desired Actor Gender: Any – looking for as much diversity as possible

Ability/movement: Dance!

Line burden: none

Character: The spirits are the indigenous inhabitants of the island. Prospero, the magician, is tapping into their magic, and, by doing so, slowly destroying them, and the island. There are four large group dances, and also opportunities for individual spirits to watch the proceedings, from various perches onstage, and to enact the gradual destruction of the island.

Line burden: none

IRIS, CERES, & JUNO (island spirits with beautiful singing voices)

Character age: any

Character race: any

Character ethnicity: Spirit

Character gender: any

Ability/movement: These 3 might be chosen from the dancers, or they might double with the Boatswain and/or sailor, or they might be separate actors who come on only to sing solos at the wedding ceremony. As Iris, Ceres & Juno, they only need to sing. Any level of movement is fine.


Character Age: 20 - 30

Character Race: Any

Character Ethnicity: Any

Desired Actor Gender: slight preference for male

Line burden: Medium

Ability/movement: Comfortable with physical comedy, and able to carry firewood. Down on the floor at times.

Character: The single human inhabitant of the island when Prospero and Miranda arrive, Caliban is an individual with a different culture and a different language, but a monster in the eyes of the other characters, a sad victim of their narrowmindedness, not unlike the narrowmindedness of many of our own contemporaries who see the “other” as someone to use, exploit, marginalize – indeed, dehumanize. I would like to show Caliban as attractive, with some single physical difference from the other actors. Maybe Caliban is very tall, or maybe the difference is simply hair, makeup, or costume. The audience should NEVER see Caliban as a monster. Caliban joins Stephano and Trinculo in drunken physical shenanigans.



Character Age: 40-65

Character Race: Any

Character Ethnicity: Any

Character Gender: Any

Desired Actor Gender: Any

Ability/movement: Any

Line burden: Medium

Character: The ruler of Naples. Spends much of the play being sad, believing their child has died in the storm.


Character Age: 30-45

Character Race: Any

Character Ethnicity: Any

Desired Actor Gender: Any

Ability/movement: Any

Line burden: Medium

Character: Prospero’s traitorous younger sibling who is now ruler of Milan. Antonio is powerful, and seductive, in the way that power is seductive. After nearly dying in the storm that strands them on the uncharted island, Antonio, rather than figuring out how to survive, or escape, convinces Sebastian to murder their own sibling, Alonso, the Ruler of Naples.


Character Age: 35-60

Character Race: Any

Character Ethnicity: Any

Character Gender: Any

Desired Actor Gender: Any

Ability/movement: Any

Line burden: Medium

Character: Alonso’s sibling. Easily led into planning Alonso’s murder. Not terribly bright.


Character Age: 65 +

Character Race: Any

Character Ethnicity: Any

Desired Actor Gender: Any

Line burden: Medium

Ability/movement: This character should read as old. A wheelchair or cane would be great, but only if the actor actually uses such a mobility aid.

Character: A wise, elderly counselor. Fifteen years ago, Gonzalo saved Prospero and Miranda’s lives when they were exiled. Now, Gonzalo tries to talk sense to the rest of the court, tries to keep their spirits up. Gonzalo, though a bit overly talkative, is the smartest member of the court and we worry about what might happen to everyone if this adventure proves too much for Gonzalo’s health.


Character Age: 18+

Character Race: Any

Character Ethnicity: Any

Desired Actor Gender: Any

Ability/movement: Active

Line Burden: very light

Character: Part of Alonso’s court. They say very little, but must be present, alert, and physically active whenever the court is onstage. I’m looking for two inventive actors willing to explore the script and create texture for the story.


Character Age: 18-25

Character Race: Any

Character Ethnicity: Any

Desired Actor Gender: Male

Ability/movement: Some light romance with Miranda. Intimacy will be carefully choreographed. Must be able to carry firewood.

Character: Son of Alonso, ruler of Naples. During the storm, he is separated from the rest of the court, meets Miranda, and falls in love with her.



Character Age: 21+

Character Race: Any

Character Ethnicity: Any

Character Gender: Any

Desired Actor Gender: Any

Ability/movement: Very active. Must be comfortable with crawling, climbing, scuffling, and general physical shenanigans.

Character: Alonso’s butler. Arrives on the island drunk, continues to drink, and quickly becomes involved in a plot to murder Prospero.


Character Age: 21+

Character Race: Any

Character Ethnicity: Any

Character Gender: Any

Desired Actor Gender: Any

Ability/movement: Very active. Must be comfortable with crawling, climbing, scuffling, and general physical shenanigans.

Character: Alonso’s jester. When Stefano arrives with wine, Trinculo joins in the drinking, drinks to excess, then agrees to a plot to murder Prospero.



Character age: 21+

Character Race: Any

Character Ethnicity: Any

Character Gender: Any

Desired actor Gender: Any

Ability/movement: Agile

Line burden: light

Character: The highest ranking sailor in the play. Only in the first and last scene. Could possibly double with Juno, Ceres or Iris, or could be an actor who just wants a small role.


Character age: 21+

Character Race: Any

Character Ethnicity: Any

Desired actor Gender: Any

Ability/movement: Agile

Line burden: light

Character: eponymous. Only in the first and last scene. Could possibly double with Juno, Ceres or Iris, or could be an actor who just wants a small role.


SIDE 1 – Prospero and Ariel(s) (3 actors)

The colors indicate which Ariel is speaking. Red is Ariel A, blue is Ariel B, and purple text is to be spoken together.


Come away, servant; come! I am ready now.

Approach, my Ariel. Come.

Enter ARIEL(s)


All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come

To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,

To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curled clouds. To thy strong bidding task

Ariel and all his quality.


Hast thou, spirit,

Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?


To every article.

I boarded the King's ship; now on the beak,

Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,

I flam'd amazement. Sometime I'd divide,

And burn in many places; on the topmast,

The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,

Then meet and join Jove's lightning. The fire and cracks

Of sulphureous roaring the most mighty Neptune

Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,

Yea, his dread trident shake.


My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil

Would not infect his reason?


Not a soul

But felt a fever of the mad, and played

Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners

Plunged in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,

Then all afire with me; the King's son, Ferdinand,

With hair up-staring-then like reeds, not hair-

Was the first man that leapt; cried 'Hell is empty,

And all the devils are here.'


Why, that's my spirit!

But was not this nigh shore?


Close by, my master.


But are they, Ariel, safe?


Not a hair perish'd;

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,

But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st me,

In troops I have dispers’d them 'bout the isle.

The King's son have I landed by himself,

Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs

In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,

His arms in this sad knot.

SIDE 2 -- Prospero & Ariel(s). (3 actors)

The colors indicate which Ariel is speaking. Red is Ariel A, blue is Ariel B, and purple text is to be spoken together.


How now, moody?

What is't thou canst demand?


My liberty.


Before the time be out? No more!


I prithee,

Remember I have done thee worthy service,

Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd

Without or grudge or grumblings. Thou didst promise

To bate me a full year.


Dost thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee?




Thou dost; and think'st it much to tread the ooze

Of the salt deep,

To run upon the sharp wind of the north,

To do me business in the veins o' th' earth

When it is baked with frost.


I do not, sir.


Thou liest, malignant thing. Hast thou forgot

The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy

Was grown into a hoop? Hast thou forgot her?

Speak; tell me.


No, sir.


Thou hast. I must

Once in a month recount what thou hast been,

Which thou forget'st. This dammed witch, Sycorax,

For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible

From Argier thou know'st was banished.

Is not this true?


Ay, sir.


This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,

And here was left by th'sailors. Thou, my slave,

As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant.

And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorred commands,

Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,

By help of her more potent ministers,

And in her most unmitigable rage,

Into a cloven pine; within which rift

Imprisoned thou didst painfully remain

A dozen years; within which space she died,

And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans

As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island-

Save for the son that she did litter here,

A freckled whelp, hag-born-not honored with

A human shape.


Yes, Caliban her child.


Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban

Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st

What torment I did find thee in, thy groans

Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts

Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment

To lay upon the dammed, which Sycorax

Could not again undo. It was mine art,

When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape

The pine and let thee out.


I thank thee, master.


If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak

And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till

Thou hast howled away twelve winters.


Pardon, master;

I will be correspondent to command,

And do my spriting gently.


Do so; and after two days

I will discharge thee.


That's my noble master!

What shall I do? Say what. What shall I do?

SIDE 3 – Ariel(s) (2 actors)

The colors indicate which Ariel is speaking. Red is Ariel A, blue is Ariel B, and purple text is to be spoken together.


You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,

The never-surfeited sea

Hath caused to belch up you;-you 'mongst men

Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;

[Alonso, Sebastian etc., draw their swords]


You fools! I and my fellows

Are ministers of Fate; the elements

Of whom your swords are tempered may as well

Wound the loud winds as diminish

One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers

Are like invulnerable.

Your swords are now too massy for your strengths

And will not be uplifted. But remember-

For that's my business to you-that you three

From Milan did supplant good Prospero;

Exposed unto the sea,

He, and his innocent child; for which foul deed

The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have

Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,

Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,

They have bereft; and do pronounce by me

Lingering perdition, worse than any death

SIDE 4 – PROSPERO (one actor)


Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;

And ye that on the sands with printless foot

Do chase the ebbing Neptune-

Weak masters though ye be-I have be-dimm'd

The noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds,

And 'twixt the green sea and the azure vault

Set roaring war. To the dread rattling thunder

Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak

With his own bolt

[and the magical moment is interrupted as Ariel(s) enter, leading Alonso, with Gonzalo; Sebastian and Antonio all gesturing frantically, attended by Adrian and Francisco. Lights and sound abruptly return to normal. They all enter the circle which Prospero has made, and there stand charmed.]

Holy Gonzalo, honorable man,

The charm dissolves apace.

O good Gonzalo, my true preserver.

Most cruelly didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter.

Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.

Thou art pinched for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,

You, brother mine, that entertained ambition,

Who, with Sebastian-

Would here have killed your king. I do forgive thee,

Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding

Begins to swell. Not one of them.

That yet looks on me or would know me.

My dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee;

But yet thou shalt have freedom. So, so, so.

To the King's ship, invisible as thou art;

There shalt thou find the boatswain.

Being awake, enforce him to this place,

And presently, I prithee.



Alas, now; pray you,

Work not so hard; I would the lightning had

Burnt up those logs that you are enjoined to pile!

Pray, set it down and rest you; When this burns

T’will weep for having wearied you. My father

Is hard at study; pray, now, rest yourself;

He's safe for these three hours.


O most dear mistress,

The sun will set before I shall discharge

What I must strive to do.


If you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while.

Pray give me that; I'll carry it to the pile.


No, precious creature;

I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,

Than you should such dishonor undergo,

While I sit lazy by.


It would become me

As well as it does you; and I should do it

With much more ease; for my good will is to it,

And yours it is against.


You look wearily.


No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me

When you are by at night. I do beseech you,

Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers,

What is your name?


Miranda-- O my father,

I have broke your hest to say so!


Admir'd Miranda! Full many a lady

I have eyed with best regard; and many a time

Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage

Brought my too diligent ear. For several virtues

Have I liked several women; but you, O you,

So perfect and so peerless, are created

Of every creature's best!


I do not know

One of my sex; no woman’s face remember,

Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen

More that I may call men than you, good friend.

And my dear father. How features are abroad,

I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,

I would not wish

Any companion in the world but you;

But I prattle something too wildly,

And my father's precepts I therein do forget.



Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause,

So have we all, of joy; for our escape

Is much beyond our loss. Then wisely, good sir, weigh

Our sorrow with our comfort.


Prithee, peace.


He receives comfort like cold porridge.


Therefore, my lord-


Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!


I prithee, spare.


Well, I have done; but yet-


He will be talking.


Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?


The old cock.


The cock'rel.


Done. The wager?


A laughter.


Though this island seem to be desert-


Ha, ha, ha!


So, you're paid.


Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible-






He could not miss't.


It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.


As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.



What might,

Worthy Sebastian? O, what might! No more!

And yet methinks I see it in thy face,

What thou shouldst be.

My strong imagination sees a crown

Dropping upon thy head.


What, art thou waking?


Do you not hear me speak?


I do; and surely

It is a sleepy language, and thou speak'st

Out of thy sleep. What is it thou did’st say?

This is a strange repose, to be asleep

With eyes wide open. Standing, speaking, moving

And yet so fast asleep


Noble Sebastian,

Thou let'st thy fortune sleep -- die rather.


Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores.


I am more serious than my custom; you must be so too.


Well, I am standing water.


I'll teach you how to flow.


Do so: to ebb,

Hereditary sloth instructs me.


O, if you but knew --


Prithee say on.


Thus, sir:

Although this lord of weak remembrance,

Hath here almost persuaded the King his son's alive,

It is impossible that he's undrowned.


I have no hope that he's undrowned.


O, out of that 'no hope'

What great hope have you! Will you grant with me

That Ferdinand is drowned?


He's gone.


Then tell me Who's the next heir of Naples?




She that is Queen of Tunis; she that dwells

Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples

Can have no note, unless the sun were post,

The Man i' th' Moon's too slow.


What stuff is this! How say you?

'Tis true, my brother's daughter's Queen of Tunis;

So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions

There is some space.


A space whose ev'ry cubit

Seems to cry out, “How shall that Claribel

Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,

And let Sebastian wake.” Say this were death

That now hath seized them; why, they were no worse

Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples

As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate

As amply and unnecessarily

As this Gonzalo; O, that you bore

The mind that I do! What a sleep were this

For your advancement! Do you understand me?

SIDE 8 – TRINCULO (1 actor)


Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing. I hear it sing i' th' wind. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head. Yond cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? A man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell. A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man, and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by thunderbolt. [Thunder] Alas the storm is come again! My best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout. Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.



If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs; if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How camest thou to be the siege of this mooncalf. Can he vent Trinculos?


I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou are not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans scap'd!


Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.


[Aside] These be fine things, an that's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor. I will kneel to him.


How didst thou scape? How cam'st thou hither? Swear by this bottle how thou cam'st hither. I escap'd upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved o'erboard. By this bottle, which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.


I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject, for the liquor is not earthly.


Here -- swear then how thou escap'dst.


Swum ashore, man, like a duck. I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. [drinks]. O Stephano, hast any more of this?


The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by th' seaside, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf! How does thine ague?


Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?


Out o' th' moon, I do assure thee; I was the Man i' th' Moon.


I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee. My mistress showed me thee, and thy dog and thy bush.


Come, kiss my foot and swear to that. I will furnish it anon with new contents. Swear.

[CALIBAN drinks]


By this good light, this is a very shallow monster! I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The Man i' th' Moon! A most poor credulous monster!


I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island; and will kiss thy foot. I prithee be my god.


By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! When's god's asleep he'll rob his bottle.


I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.

SIDE 10 – PROSPERO & CALIBAN (2 actors)


Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee.

Come, thou tortoise! when? Thou poisonous slave,

Got by the devil himself upon thy wicked dam, come forth!



As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed

With raven's feather from unwholesome fen

Drop on you both! A south-west blow on ye

And blister you all o'er!


For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,

Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; thou shalt be pinch'd

As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging


This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first,

Thou strok'st me and made much of me, wouldst give me

Water with berries in't, and teach me how

To name the bigger light, and how the less,

That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee,

And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle,

The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.

Cursed be I that did so! All the charms

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!

For I am all the subjects that you have,

Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me

In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

The rest o' th' island.


Thou most lying slave,

Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,

Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee

In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate

The honor of my child.

[Shadowed dumbshow or puppet projection behind Caliban & Prospero’s previous lines, depicting Miranda and Prospero sitting with Caliban, teaching him patiently. Caliban kissing Miranda’s hand, and Prospero freaking out – so the audience sees that “seeking to violate” Miranda’s “honor” was perfectly innocent. Lovel blue sky returns when sequence concludes]


[Would she had loved me.

We] would have peopled all the isle with Calibans.


Abhorred slave, we pitied thee,

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour

One thing or other. When thou didst not, Savage,

Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like

A thing most brutish, But thy vile race,

Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures

Could not abide to be with; therefore, wast thou

Deservedly confined into this rock.


You taught me language, and my profit on't

Is, I know how to curse.

SIDE 11 – IRIS, JUNO, CERES (3 actors)

This is part of the wedding blessing. These are three very small parts, but they are important. They are spirits who sing. I want to see enthusiasm and creativity. If you want to try for these parts, please come with ideas. I’m open to any kind of music. Put it to the tune of a sea shanty, or Klingon opera, or try a Lin Manuel Miranda style rap. Totally up to you. I’m looking for confidence and imagination. I’m expecting acapella for the audition, but we can work out something else for the show if you have a compelling inspiration.

IRIS (singing)

Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas

Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and peas;

Thy turfy mountains, the Queen o' th' sky,

Whose wat'ry arch and messenger am I,

Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,

Here on this grassplot, in this very place,

To come and sport. Her peacocks fly amain.

Approach, rich Ceres.


CERES (singing)

Hail, many-colored messenger,

Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers

Diffusest honey drops, refreshing show'rs;

[And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown

My bosky acres and my unshrubbed down,

Rich scarf to my proud earth]

why hath thy Queen summoned me hither to this green?


A contract of true love to celebrate,

And some donation freely to estate

On the blest lovers.

[JUNO alights]


Highest Queen of State,

Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.


How does my bounteous sister? Go with me

To bless this twain.

JUNO (singing)

Honor, riches, marriage-blessing,

Long continuance, and increasing,

Hourly joys be still upon you!

Juno sings her blessings on you.



If by your art, my dearest father, you have

Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.

O, I have suffered

With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel,

Who had no doubt some noble creature in her,

Dashed all to pieces! Poor souls, they perished.

Had I been any god of power, I would

Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere

It should the good ship so have swallowed

And the fraughting souls within her.


Be collected;

No more amazement; tell your piteous heart

There's no harm done.


O, woe the day!


No harm.

I have done nothing but in care of thee,

Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who

Art ignorant of what thou art, naught knowing

Of whence I am,


More to know

Did never meddle with my thoughts.


'Tis time

I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,

And pluck my magic garment from me. So, [Takes off magic robe]

Lie there my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.

The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touched

The very virtue of compassion in thee,

I have with such provision in mine art

So safely ordered that there is no soul-

No, not so much perdition as an hair

[Befallen] any creature in the vessel

Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.

Sit down, for thou must now know farther.


You have oft

Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,

And left me to a bootless inquisition,

Concluding 'Stay; not yet.'


The hour's now come;

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear.

Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember

A time before we came unto this cell?

I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not

Out three years old.


Certainly, sir, I can.


By what? By any other house, or person?

Of anything the image, tell me, that

Hath kept with thy remembrance?


'Tis far off,

And rather like a dream than an assurance

That my remembrance warrants. Had I not

Four, or five, women once, that tended me?


Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it

That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else

In the dark backward and abysm of time?

If thou rememb'rest aught, ere thou cam'st here,

How thou cam'st here thou mayst.


But that I do not.


Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,

Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and

A prince of power.


Sir, are not you my father?


Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and

She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father

Was Duke of Milan, and his only heir

And princess no worse issued.


O, the heavens!

What foul play had we that we came from thence?

Or blesséd was't we did?


Both, both, my girl.

By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence;

But blessedly holp hither.


O, my heart bleeds

To think o' th' [trouble I’ve] returned you to,

Which is from my remembrance. Please you, farther.

SIDE 13 – ARIEL(S) & FERDINAND (2 or 3 actors)


Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands;

Curtsied when you have and kiss’d,

The wild waves whist,

Foot it fleetly here and there,

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Hark, hark!

[Voices dispersedly – spirits who are watching: Bow-wow.]

The watch dogs bark.

[Voices dispersedly spirits who are watching: Bow-wow.]

Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticleer

Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.


Where should this music be? I’ th’ air or th’ earth?

It sounds no more; and sure it waits upon

Some god o’ th’ island. Sitting on a bank,

Weeping again the King my father’s wreck,

This music crept by me upon the waters,

Allaying both their fury and my passion

With its sweet air; thence I have followed it,

Or it hath drawn me rather. But ‘tis gone.

No, it begins again.

ARIEL’S SONG continues

Full fathom five thy father lies;

Of his bones are coral made;

Those are pearls that were his eyes;

Nothing of him that doth fade

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

[Bells ring]

Hark! now I hear them-Ding-dong bell.



You were kneeled to, and importuned otherwise

By all of us. We have lost your son,

I fear, forever. The fault's your own.


So is the dear'st o' th' loss.


My lord Sebastian,

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,


Very well.


It is foul weather in us all, good sir,

When you are cloudy.


Foul weather?


Very foul.


Had I plantation of this isle, my lord-


He'd sow 't with nettle-seed.


And were the king on't, what would I do?


Scape being drunk for want of wine.


I' th' commonwealth I would by contraries

Execute all things;

Letters should not be known; riches, titles, poverty,

And use of service, none;

No occupation; all men idle, all;


Yet he would be king on't.


The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.


All things in common nature should produce

Without sweat or endeavor. Treason, felony,

Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine

Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,

Of its own kind, all abundance,

To feed my innocent people.


No marrying 'mong his subjects?


None, man; all idle;


I would with such perfection govern, sir,

T' excel the golden age.


Save his Majesty!


Long live Gonzalo!


And-do you mark me, sir?


Prithee, no more; thou dost talk nothing to me.


I did it to minister occasion to these, who have sensible and nimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing.


'Twas you we laugh'd at.


Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you; so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.


What a blow was there given!

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