Audiciones Teatro IV medios:
Mi profesor de teatro me ha pedido porfavor que suba la siguiente información para la gente que audicionará para entrar al ramo de teatro IB.
But, soft! what light through that window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, if she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing
Her eyes are full of questions: I will answer them.
I am so wrong, it is not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
live in her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight would shame a lamp;
her eyes in heaven would fly and shine so bright
That birds would sing and think they would die.
See, how she puts her cheek upon her hand!
O, if I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
O Romeo, Romeo! Where are you Romeo?
Deny your father and refuse your name;
Or, if you will not, just sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
It is only your name that is my enemy;
You are yourself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, change your name,
And for that name which is no part of you
Take all myself.
Javier Díaz Gurruchaga