The Comedy of Errors

Directed by Javen Tanner

Performances: June 11-27 (Thursday - Saturday)
Rehearsals begin: May 11, 6:30pm



Location: Westminster College Dumke Student Blackbox Theatre
1840 S 1300 E, Salt Lake City, UT 84105
Date: Monday, March 2 from 5pm - 8pm
Saturday, March 14 from 10am - 12pm

Schedule at https://pinnacleactingcompany.acuityscheduling.com/
Callbacks: Saturday, March 14 from 1pm - 3pm
Prepare: Headshot and Resume
1 minute comedic Shakespeare monologue of your choice
The director has provided a possible choice for male and female monologues below.


Posthumus (Cymbeline)

Is there no way for men to be, but women
Must be half-workers? We are all bastards; all,
And that most venerable man which I
Did call my father was I know not where
When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his tools
Made me a counterfeit; yet my mother seem'd
The Dian of that time; so doth my wife
The nonpareil of this. O! vengeance, vengeance;
Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd
And pray'd me oft forbearance; did it with
A pudency so rosy the sweet view on 't
Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her
As chaste as unsunn'd snow. O! all the devils!
This yellow Iachimo, in an hour,'was 't not?
Or less'at first?'perchance he spoke not, but
Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one,
Cried 'O!' and mounted; found no opposition
But what he look'd for should oppose and she
Should from encounter guard. Could I find out
The woman's part in me! For there's no motion
That tends to vice in man but I affirm
It is the woman's part; be it lying, note it,
The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers;
Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers;
Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain,
Nice longing, slanders, mutability,
All faults that man may name, nay, that hell knows,
Why, hers, in part, or all; but rather, all.


Let all the Dukes, and all the devils roar,
He is at liberty! I have ventured for him,
And out I have brought him to a little wood,
and there he shall keep close, for yet
His iron bracelets are not off. O Love,
What a stout hearted child thou art!
I love him beyond love and beyond reason,
Or wit or safety: I have made him know it;
I care not, I am desperate. That way he takes,
I purpose, is my way too: Sure he cannot
Be so unmanly, as to leave me here;
If he do, maids will not so easily
Trust men again: And yet he has not thanked me
For what I have done, no, not so much as kissed me,
And that methinks is not so well! Yet I hope,
When he considers more, this love of mine
Will take more root within him: Let him do
What he will with me, so he use me kindly--
For use me so he shall, or I’ll proclaim him,
And to his face, no man. I’ll presently
Provide him necessaries, and pack my clothes up,
And where there is a patch of ground I’ll venture,
So he be with me, by him, like a shadow,
I’ll ever dwell. Within this hour the hubbub
Will be all o’er the prison: I am then
Kissing the man they look for. Farewell, father!
Get many more such prisoners and such daughters,
And shortly you may keep yourself. Now to him!