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ERNEST PERTWEE

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PROFESSOR OF ELOCUTION, CITY OF, LONDON SCHOOL, ETC. AUTHOR OF
THE ART OF SPEAKING"
Editor of "The Reciter's Treasury of Verse," "The Reciter's Treasury of Prose
and Drama," etc

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LONDON

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS, LIMITED
NEW YORK: E. P. DUTTON & CO

1904

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THE great value of Shakespeare as a field of Study for Students in reference to both Elocution and Acting, has led me to include a collection of scenes and passages for practice from the plays of our greatest Dramatist among this series of "Reciters."

I do not presume to have set forth here all the scenes adapted for this.purpose; but I fully hope that Shakespeare for Recitation will prove of real use to Teachers and their Pupils, and will justify its publication.

In conclusion, I.may say that especial care has been expended both on text and punctuation.

ERNEST PERTWEE.

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THE TEMPEST

BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

ACT I.

Scene II.-The Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO.
Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND

following.

ARIEL'S SONG.

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands:

Curtsied when you have, and kiss'd,..
The wild waves whist,-

Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Hark, hark!

[Burden Bow, wow, dispersedly. The watch-dogs bark:

[Burder: Bow, wow, dispersedly.

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Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting Chanticleer

[Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.

FER. 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 wrack,
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,—
Or it hath drawn me rather, but 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

ARIEL sings.

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,

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