2015 ESU National Shakespeare Competition Finals, Sarah Spalding (1st Place)

Sarah Spalding from the ESU Hawaii Branch performs a cold reading as Leontes from The Winter’s Tale, Sonnet 151 and one of Rosalind's monologues from As You Like It. The 32nd English-Speaking Union National Shakespeare Competition took place on April 27, 2015 in New York City. For more information on this educational program, visit www.esuus.org.

[@ladyrcreation4702]

Have no idea what she talking about but that was great

[@hy2536]

SHE IS AMAZING.

[@rasleenkaur1821]

Sarah Spalding, I love you ...............you are my idol...you are great

[@mailenepoliquit8309]

Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee,
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Her love, for whose dear love I rise and fall.

[@gruesomegorilla8885]

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[@mailenepoliquit9026]

He was to imagine me his love, his mistress, and I set him every day to woo me; at which time would I, being but a moonish youth, grieve, be effeminate, changeable, longing and liking, proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, full of tears, full of smiles; for every passion something, and for no passion truly anything, as boys and women are, for the most part, cattle of this color; would now like him, now loathe him; then entertain him, then forswear him; now weep for him, then spit at him, that I drave my suitor from his mad humor of love to a living humor of madness, which was to forswear the full stream of the world and to live in a nook merely monastic. And thus I cured him, and this way will I take upon me to wash your liver as clean as a sound sheep’s heart, that there shall not be one spot of love in ’t. I would cure you if you would but call me Rosalind and come every day to my cote and woo me.

[@gruesomegorilla8885]

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[@emmatolzmann9506]

Thank you! Do you know which act and scene this is from?

[@gwynth8002]

You are amazing