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We'll be assigning roles on a first come, first served basis. We'll be following this script. Happy Shakespeare. Any roles not claimed by the end of the week will be given to me. I'll be updating the castlist as people sign up. This is a very stupid idea. (If not enough people join, I'll allow some people to play multiple characters.)
Leontes -
Hermione - garfield
Perdita -
Polixenes -
Florizel -
Camillo - acky
Paulina -
Autolycus -
Shepherd -
Antigonus -
Clown - ebag
Mamillius -
Cleomenes -
Dion -
Emilia -
Archidamus -
If we get to a point where someone says a line and we don't have the character for that line, just anyone can say that line. Cool? Cool.

Edit: If it takes a while for you to say your line, we're giving the role to someone else. This is a very stupid concept.

Edit 2: I'm looking forward to nobody signing up and I read the entire play to myself. XD
This'll be like licky's plays, except infinitely more boring.
I wanna be hermione
Cool, we have a single volunteer. We're starting now.

If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on
the like occasion whereon my services are now on
foot, you shall see, as I have said, great
difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia.

Edit: I feel like this thread is gonna involve a lot of double posting on my part.
i would join but i feel like i would forget
I think, this coming summer, the King of Sicilia
means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him.
Wherein our entertainment shall shame us we will be
justified in our loves; for indeed--
Beseech you,--
Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge:
we cannot with such magnificence--in so rare--I know
not what to say. We will give you sleepy drinks,
that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience,
may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse
You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely.
Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me
and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.
Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia.
They were trained together in their childhoods; and
there rooted betwixt them then such an affection,
which cannot choose but branch now. Since their
more mature dignities and royal necessities made
separation of their society, their encounters,
though not personal, have been royally attorneyed
with interchange of gifts, letters, loving
embassies; that they have seemed to be together,
though absent, shook hands, as over a vast, and
embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed
winds. The heavens continue their loves!
I think there is not in the world either malice or
matter to alter it. You have an unspeakable
comfort of your young prince Mamillius: it is a
gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came
into my note.
I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: it
is a gallant child; one that indeed physics the
subject, makes old hearts fresh: they that went on
crutches ere he was born desire yet their life to
see him a man.
Would they else be content to die?
Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should
desire to live.
If the king had no son, they would desire to live
on crutches till he had one.
Nine changes of the watery star hath been
The shepherd's note since we have left our throne
Without a burthen: time as long again
Would be find up, my brother, with our thanks;
And yet we should, for perpetuity,
Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply
With one 'We thank you' many thousands moe
That go before it.
Stay your thanks a while;
And pay them when you part.
Sir, that's to-morrow.
I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance
Or breed upon our absence; that may blow
No sneaping winds at home, to make us say
'This is put forth too truly:' besides, I have stay'd
To tire your royalty.
We are tougher, brother,
Than you can put us to't.
No longer stay.
One seven-night longer.
Very sooth, to-morrow.
We'll part the time between's then; and in that
I'll no gainsaying.
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