This year’s recital is named after a line that begins a famous monologue from William Shakespeare’s play, As You Like It. This was chosen in a time when an awareness for the planet’s health and our own well-being grows in all the communities around the world. Hopefully you can take this global tour with us and find out what makes our planet so unique and why it’s worth more than any gem or mineral we can pull from the ground.
Like last year, our Recital will be held at Felix Varela Senior High School located at 15255 SW 96th Street. For tickets to the show, please visit us at the Roxy Performing Arts Center.
As always, this Recital promises to be more than just a showcase of classes, with students participating in innovative and entertaining performance pieces from dancing to acting, singing to tumbling and everything in between.
We hope to see you there! Come see what’s playing at the Roxy Recital!
In case you were interested, here is the full passage:
“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.” — Jaques (Act II, Scene VII, lines 139-166)
