and which in this insult has served me for show, and not for defence, go, abandon henceforth the most dishonored [lit. A monologue from the screenplay by Woody Allen. . Triple-turned wh*re! And when he came to finish me, I couldnt look him in the eye. He prodded me, forcing me to turn around, mixing your blood with mine. . Text He looks in the barn, he looks in the attic, he looks in the cellar, he looks everywhere he would hide. . On June 18, 1968, Britain's not-yet-five-year-old National Theatre premiered In His Own Write, a one-act, monologue adaptation of Beatle John Lennon . Men are supposed to be made of steel or something. I thought about having Ser Gregor crush your skull the way he did Oberyns. remarkable] insult, in spite of the choice of the king, has contrived [lit. film also had a synchronized musical score performed by, louise miriam dillie keane born 23 may 1952 is an olivier award nominated . But neither you nor anybody else can say anything against his character, because his whole life was Why, in the twenty-five years since he and Uncle Billy started this thing, he never once thought of himself. Can you live there, Gavin? What have I got, Harry? I always thought things happen for a reason, good and bad theres a design, a plan. I cant even keep you out of my bed. only to keep in sight of your torn red sweater, racing about the vacant lot you played in. He chose to love me back. Ive looked elsewhere, and found some others who are by no means bad, but they dont have that disdain that makes me long for you. you know, Youre the worst mom in the entire world and I wish you were dead . Lets finally guarantee its rights to all of our citizens. Oh, Michael. escaped convicts from a Siberian prison camp . The time when we went out and had dinner, and I saw you looking at the guy at the bar wearing a leather jacket. I thought, Thats true love. T here is a theory that in the course of human prehistory, hunter-gatherers sung before they spoke. If one of Tims black students was angry with him, the black student would have shot Tim right there in the moment. Like, somehow this night took things away from me and I expressed them to you, and you took them with you! My paralysis. The psychoanalysts. I should have said that my mother took an extra shift so I could have a new coat every year. Not because Im in here, or because you think I should. Merciful Heaven,Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous boltSplitst the unwedgeable and gnarled oakThan the soft myrtle: but man, proud man,Drest in a little brief authority,Most ignorant of what hes most assured,His glassy essence, like an angry ape,Plays such fantastic tricks before high heavenAs make the angels weep; who, with our spleens,Would all themselves laugh mortal. Now do you understand the perfidy of this girl? I mean hes an only child, hes got Alex around all the time, a lotta kids dont have that, not to mention, you know, his own playroom. But that morning, I knew that rule was about to be broken. However, feel free to browse tips and download any public domain (free) monologues on our site. Um, these, uh A preoccupation with my own mortality. These feelings of futility in relation to my work. My third comfortStarrd most unluckily, is from my breast,The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth,Haled out to murder: myself on every postProclaimed a strumpet: with immodest hatredThe child-bed privilege denied, which longsTo women of all fashion; lastly, hurriedHere to this place, i the open air, beforeI have got strength of limit. And that reward will be, your family will cease to be harassed in any way by the German military during the rest of our occupation of your country. That was just a week before, but when I saw you seeing him, in his leather jacket, I could tell you were And I wish I were that person. for how many sorrows [lit. (Shouting over her) I LIVE THE ANSWER! Out of Water 9. The scar is all I have left of you. MONOLOGUES Two contrasting monologues - both contemporary - presented in English We define "contemporary" as anything written from around 1900 to now. And then quiet again. SayOur rites are instant, which performed, youll seeHow vain, and worthy laughter, your fears be. I picked up a piece of glass, and I pointed it at my mom and I threatened to kill her. 2 0 obj You have no idea what that means. They gave us drugs, slitting our foreheads with razors so cocaine would go directly into the bloodstream. BidOur priest prepare us honey, milk, and poppy,His masculine odours, and night-vestments. . And the weight of the log, snapped the limb of the tree, so I-I , I couldnt even kill myself the way I wanted to. Tomb, bridal chamber,eternal prison in the caverned rock,whither I go to find mine own, thosemany who have perished, and whomPersephone hath received among the dead!Last of all shall I pass thither, and far mostmiserably of all, before the term of my life is spent.But I cherish good hope that my coming will bewelcome to my father, and pleasant to thee, my mother, and welcome, brother, to thee; for, when you died,with mine own hands I washed and dressed you,and poured drink-offerings at your graves;and now, Polyneices, tis for tending thy corpsethat I win such recompense as this. And everything would have been different. I have that now. How I loved you! Bethink thee, sister, of our fathers fate,Abhorred, dishonored, self-convinced of sin,Blinded, himself his executioner.Think of his mother-wife (ill sorted names)Done by a noose herself had twined to deathAnd last, our hapless brethren in one day,Both in a mutual destiny involved,Self-slaughtered, both the slayer and the slain.Bethink thee, sister, we are left alone;Shall we not perish wretchedest of all,If in defiance of the law we crossA monarchs will?weak women, think of that,Not framed by nature to contend with men.Remember this too that the stronger rules;We must obey his orders, these or worse.Therefore I plead compulsion and entreatThe dead to pardon. And as I know nothing in the world so noble and so beautiful as the holy fervour of genuine piety, so there is nothing, I think, so odious as the whitewashed outside of a specious zeal; as those downright imposters. Can you live there with me? The game was tied; it was the last of the ninth, with no one on base. A coward. Prison teaches no good and Siberia doesnt either but another human being can . THE STORY 3. Now I wish you would tell mewhy didnt it happen between us? Time to let the healing begin. Thy tyrannyTogether working with thy jealousies,Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idleFor girls of nine, O, think what they have doneAnd then run mad indeed, stark mad! What excellent foolsReligion makes of men! and would purchase honour and reputation at the cost of hypocritical looks and affected groans; who, seized with strange ardour, make use of the next world to secure their fortune in this; who, with great affectation and many prayers. And I had said, you know, we could talk about it. with respect][does] my arm, which has so often saved this empire, and so often strengthened anew the throne of its king. A monologue from the screenplay by Joe Penhall. Sir, spare your threats:The bug which you would fright me with I seek.To me can life be no commodity:The crown and comfort of my life, your favour,I do give lost; for I do feel it gone,But know not how it went. Im a coward. He who least regardsSuch brainsick fantasies lives most at ease. I wish I were a leather jacket guy, Tina. Plug him in and pretend he loves you! What an ignominious end that would have been. ), A couple of weeks ago some people were even saying I had something to do with it. (He half-laughs, a little embarrassed.) It made me feel cold, like if love wasnt for me!. Child Soldier 4. STILL LIFE 9. I saw a dress lying in the grass and I thought I saw someone naked running through the trees. 21 Best Contemporary Dramatic Monologues For Women From Published Plays 1. No, know Soranzo,I have a spirit doth as much distasteThe slavery of fearing thee, as thouDost loathe the memory of what hath passed. and the other, Yakoff, was ill most of the time he coughed a lot . (showing him the houses). Dartmouth. 1 Min. No more walking over bridges. What you will find here are a small group of dramatic monologues we like that are handpicked for you. A monologue from the play by Lorraine Hansberry. I know movings a big deal. Why are you silent? But there are so many places it would never occur to a hawk to hide. We worry about them, their safety, our own , air bags, plane crashes, pederasts, and spend our middle years wanting back the dreamy, carefree part, the part we f***ked and pissed away; now we want that back, cause we know how eeting it all is, now we know, and it just doesnt seem fair that so much is gone when theres really so little left. Thinking about my whole life, how . (talking, through tears, about the last minutes with Shelby) I stayed there. And would it be any better if I was too hot, Mother? I cant believe were actually going! I asked you a question. Im your wife, damn it! I sleep near by, and I dream of nothing but crimes Just now I have a murder case in court oh, I can stand that, but do you know what is worse than anything else? I am ambitious, black, bisexual, angry, sad, strong, sensitive, scared, fierce, talented, exhausted. The childs side. Retrogression even. Baird men, ya hurt this boy, youre going to be Baird Bums, the lot of ya. So I made a rope and I went up to the summit, to hang myself. And I had it killed because this must all end! But when you say it, Im looking at you, I believe you actually mean it. The candy man gonna get him a bigger wagon and another five pound of sugar. They do not care to display for the interest of Heaven a more ardent zeal than Heaven itself displays. Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?By day and night he wrongs me; every hourHe flashes into one gross crime or other,That sets us all at odds: Ill not endure it:His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids usOn every trifle. . I say he could have did something with that quarter. I was fine, until I read your f***ing book! It doesnt seem possible. None of the boys noticed how mulish and tall I was. honest peasants! I could be as good or as bad as I felt like being. Does my arm [i.e. And how Irushed to the window to watch you jump the porch railing! I yell: Hey there get out of here! And they turn on me with their axes I warn them to stand back, or Id shoot and as I speak, I keep on covering them with my gun, first on the one. That these feelings were fixed and constant and would never end for the rest of my life. Michael, you are blind. Why did you do that?Doesnt matter now. He could have walked away and left poor Ser Gregor to die. I imagine shes your favorite. Due to the failure of our justice system, our public defense system in particular, Jim Crow is alive and kicking; laws that made it illegal for blacks and whites to be buried in the same cemetery, that categorized people into quadroons and octaroons, that punished a black person for seeking medical attention in a white hospital. I cannot blink what I saw, Abigail, for my enemies will not blink it. I screamed and cried, but he held his knife to my throat and said hed kill me, too, if I made one more sound. A monologue from the play by Lope de Vega. But I couldnt. You can think yourself lucky if one fine morning your little precious doesnt cut her sleeves off or come home in the evening without shoes and stockings. I was obviously not faking it and yet no one could find the reason for the pain. (Pause. Soon, millions of people will see me and theyll all like me. It was the most precious moment of my life so far. 1 minute and 23 seconds later the plane crashed into a field. But instead I locked myself in my dorm room and refused to come out to greet them. Ive come to ask you for another three days time, at least, in order to forget you. 1 0 obj As I came in here, I heard those words, cradle of leadership. Well, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. If I were the man I was five years ago Id take a FLAME-THROWER to this place! He took and threw it away. I will grind your bones to dustAnd with your blood and it Ill make a paste,And of the paste a coffin I will rearAnd make two pasties of your shameful heads,And bid that strumpet, your unhallowd dam,Like to the earth swallow her own increase.This is the feast that I have bid her to,And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;For worse than Philomel you used my daughter,And worse than Progne I will be revenge:And now prepare your throats. I dont think it matters. Because I cant. She has been led on by boys, and had her heart broken more than once. And sensitive. I could never understand what was so attractive about that place, why he chose to spend so much of his days there and not at home. She has learned that her friend, Martina, a gang member, is HIV+. I took my gun I went out. Now, is this kind of behavior in an officer of the law in some way questionable morally? I would have cut em both out if I could have fought him blind. We never owned anything. However interesting as the thought may be, it makes not one bit of difference to how you feel. The hair goes, and the waist. . what old or newer tortureMust I receive, whose every word deservesTo taste of thy most worst? A monologue from the screenplay by Alexander Payne & Jim Taylor. You cant win. I looked and saw two of them opening a window and so busy that they didnt even see me. (Pause. But you just dont have patience for me I guess. . Dont stare too long. . Affiliate links provides compensation to Daily Actor which helps us remain online, giving you the resources and information actors like you are looking for. However, the reason the Fuhrer has brought me off my Alps in Austria and placed me in French cow country today is because it does occur to me. The heartsThat spanieled me at heels, to whom I gaveTheir wishes, do discandy, melt their sweetsOn blossoming Caesar, and this pine is barkedThat overtopped them all. But today, you decide. The better sort,As thoughts of things divine, are intermixdWith scruples, and do set the word itself against the word,As thus: Come, little ones; and then again,It is as hard to come as for a camelTo thread the postern of a small needles eye.Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plotUnlikely wonders: how these vain weak nailsMay tear a passage through the flinty ribsOf this hard world, my ragged prison walls;And for they cannot, die in their own pride.Thoughts tending to content flatter themselvesThat they are not the first of fortunes slaves,Nor shall not be the last like silly beggarsWho sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,That many have and others must sit there;And in this thought they find a kind of ease,Bearing their own misfortunes on the backOf such as have before endured the like.Thus play I in one person many people,And none contented. And I, I look down there, and then in the darkness theres this uh, theres this green trail. Well one night I heard a noise thieves creeping in! The FIRE took that from me. Set in the 1920's, Chicago brings sass and sexiness. After my mom died, my father took his five motherless children to Belfast, Northern Ireland. Popular Types: Women Men Teens Kids Comedic Contemporary Shakespeare Explore Great 1-Minute Monologues We can't do this. Doesnt it make them better customers? by Oscar Wilde. I had an experience I cant prove it, I cant even explain it, but everything that I know as a human being, everything that I am tells me that it was real! Does this my hair not tell the tale?Can you not see these scars,these signs of savage blows, this blood?And are you men of honour?Are you my father and my kin?Are you so cold, so cruelyour very souls arent torn apartto see such suffering?But no, your town is aptly named,and youre not men, but sheep!Let me be armed for battle, then,if youre so hard of heart,such stocks and stones, such tigresses . I saw it! (Pause) Jake wanted to be Snow White for Halloween. I want you to know I understand, Even though were enemies, you and I, I understand the fury that drives you. Ah, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself!For whilst I think I am thy married wifeAnd thou a prince, protector of this land,Methinks I should not thus be led along,Maild up in shame, with papers on my back,And followed with a rabble that rejoiceTo see my tears and hear my deep-fet groans.The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet,And when I start, the envious people laughAnd bid me be advised how I tread.Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke?Trowst thou that eer Ill look upon the world,Or count them happy that enjoy the sun?No; dark shall be my light and night my day;To think upon my pomp shall be my hell.Sometime Ill say, I am Duke Humphreys wife,And he a prince and ruler of the land:Yet so he ruled and such a prince he wasAs he stood by whilst I, his forlorn duchess,Was made a wonder and a pointing-stockTo every idle rascal follower.But be thou mild and blush not at my shame,Nor stir at nothing till the axe of deathHang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will;For Suffolk, he that can do all in allWith her that hateth thee and hates us all,And York and impious Beaufort, that false priest,Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings,And, fly thou how thou canst, theyll tangle thee:But fear not thou, until thy foot be snared,Nor never seek prevention of thy foes. In high school, it was a smile that I faked to get boys to like me. All these years? Im lonely. Consider for a moment the world a rat lives in. Because Im aware what tremendous feats human beings are capable of once they abandon dignity. Here are some one-minute comedic monologues for kids to try: 1. Just a minute. Poor souls, they perishd.Had I been any god of power, I wouldHave sunk the sea within the earth or ereIt should the good ship so have swallowd andThe fraughting souls within her. A monologue from the screenplay by Chap Taylor & Michael Tolkin. All you know is you find them repulsive. Mary, I said. We must never lose it or give it away. Oh, Mother, please dont be sad! He is worthy of me, but he belongs to Chimne; the present which I made of him [to her], injures me. Monologue. Id known death since I was a child. and at last a sympathetic person takes one of the two apart and asks, with a pinch of the ear or a smile, the simple question: what have you really got against your husband?or your wife?then he, or she, stands perplexed and cannot give the cause. Isnt that true? Do you think I could ever win a womans love with this countenance so like a criminals? I feel my spirit divided into two portions; if my courage is high, my heart is inflamed [with love]. By day, the dead impaled on spikes along the road. Hamlet - William Shakespeare 2021-02-09 Which gave my mother relief, because it meant that in the bad times, there would be good times. that I [shall] die whether it be accomplished, or whether it be not accomplished. There, they find stardom and hope it will save them from the gallows. And I cant even tell now what my altitude is. has known how] to render me unworthy of it. Female Theatre Monologues for Teens Dry Land (Ruby Rae Speigel) Ester: I've been sleeping in my swimsuit. Yes honest peasants, both of them! Believe me. I think you dont want to be with someone like me. Some monologues are comedic while others are dramatic, some are geared toward older performers, and most can be performed by any gender of actor. But somebody told me it was important so here it goes. I think you miss the other type of guy. I try to find ways to make myself feel something more and more and more it doesnt make any difference. Monologues Be ready to perform two well-prepared, memorized monologues from published plays. Cannibalism is the great fear. Whereto serves mercyBut to confront the visage of offence?And whats in prayer but this twofold force,To be forestalled ere we come to fall,Or pardond being down? What am I gonna do without you? All her clothes were gone. I dont feel anything. Of course it f***ing is! Something more than your survival? So you find yourself trying to remember the things that made you happy. I stand for something. There was a long shear of bright light, then a series of low concussions. I dont have any of your magic, Walt. Theyre nasty little sh*ts and nasty little sh*ts arent worth crying over.. My eyes were only on you, as you slowly stopped crying and wiggling and breathing, the last drops of blood dripping out your chubby little neck like water from a leaky tap. . I turned to face the pitcher. Want to get a role in a drama? There are comic monologues (laughs) and dramatic monologues (no laughs). Youre Virtual Dad! Then the death of my son in a car accident, the murder of my husband, then alcoholism, depression, grief, and every death leading up to this trial. Im so sad that I dont have Kelly. The Long Farewell. I like to think about the life of wine. Oliver M. Sayler. Ye captive women, ye who tend this home,Since ye are present to escort with meThese lustral rites, your counsel now I crave.How, while I pour these offrings on the tomb,Speak friendly words? To me, its just a made up word, a politicians word, so that young fellas like yourself can wear a suit and a tie and have a job. tis an unweeded garden,That grows to seed; things rank and gross in naturePossess it merely. Learn Because hes not a Baird man! Thats the one. Perform two, contrasting monologues. The sound of your scream. Perhaps you feel, Violante, that I am too forward. Just kind of messed up. Now, I hear theyre wondering if maybe it was a student of Tims seeking revenge or something. Until today. . perhaps I will be a great man I mean perhaps I will hold on to the substance of truth and find my way always with the right course . Why I used to be a watchman on the estate of an engineer near Tomsk all right the house was right in the middle of a forest lonely place winter came and I remained all by myself. The Priest and me, we lived by the same principles. I know now that its over. Could it be for love? . Ill to my brother:Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood,Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour.That, had he twenty heads to tender downOn twenty bloody blocks, held yield them up,Before his sister should her body stoopTo such abhorrd pollution.Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die:More than our brother is our chastity.Ill tell him yet of Angelos request,And fit his mind to death, for his souls rest. Brienne the Beauty they called me. Words that make me surfeit with delight!What greater bliss can hap to GavestonThan live and be the favourite of a king!Sweet prince, I come; these, these thy amorous linesMight have enforcd me to have swum from France,And, like Leander, gaspd upon the sand,So thou wouldst smile, and take me in thine arms.The sight of London to my exild eyesIs as Elysium to a new-come soul.Not that I love the city, or the men,But that it harbours him I hold so dear The king, upon whose bosom let me dieAnd with the world be still at enmity.What need the Arctic people love starlight,To whom the sun shines by both day and night?Farewell base stooping to the lordly peers!My knee shall bow to none but to the king.As for the multitude, that are but sparks,Rakd up in the embers of their poverty;Tanti, Ill fawn first on the windThat glanceth at my lips, and flieth away. Until their children grow up and leave them? . (Pause.) You know, I want to kill them! And Jules talking about how were gonna live together when she goes off to college and sleep in the same bed, and be together forever. My family never owned one either. You know what? Were hungry!, Theres thieves for you, my dear! by William Shakespeare. Can you tell me what it is? I mean, just what am I striving to create anyway? him did you leave,Second to none, unseconded by you,To look upon the hideous god of warIn disadvantage; to abide a fieldWhere nothing but the sound of Hotspurs nameDid seem defensible: so you left him.Never, O never, do his ghost the wrongTo hold your honour more precise and niceWith others than with him! And it sunk them in me. I have this thing about not seeing people in the flesh. I had power over nothing. Dramatic Monologues For Girls . insolently cover their fierce resentment with the cause of Heaven. Thats their line of crap. lofty precipice from which mine honor falls! What do you really wanna know? This grave charmWhose eye becked forth my wars and called them home,Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,Like a right gipsy hath at fast and loose,Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.What, Eros, Eros! And as long as we turn a blind eye to the pain of those suffering under its oppression, we will never escape those origins. to which of the two oughtest thou to yield obedience? Help, angels! Sometimes am I king;Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,And so I am: then crushing penuryPersuades me I was better when a king;Then am I kingd again, and by and byThink that I am unkingd by Bolingbroke,And straight am nothing: but whateer I be,Nor I, nor any man that but man is,With nothing shall be pleased, till he be easdWith being nothing. So, some of us try to regain unconsciousness. That wasnt good enough . I see with sorrow that love compels me to utter sighs for that [object] which [as a princess] I must disdain. now [lit. Little kids are gonna follow me around and theyre gonna know my name and what I stood for, and theyre gonna give me some of their sweets in thanks, and Im gonna take those sweets and thank them and tell them to get home safe, and Im gonna be happy. I hope that, whoever you are, you escape this place. Theatre in New York City, opening on April 24, 2009."--P. [4]. Im tired of pretending that I cannot continue acting as as if I do not love you. His fingers were cold where they touched-no, prodded-me. And there are demons everywhere. Then a man weve never met chose to kill him. The unspoken rule in my house was that my moms name was never mentioned after her death. You are Fraulein . For our full length productions you are asked to find your own monologue (can be from anything) between 30 seconds and 1 minute in length. I might assuredly answer to thee. You speak with the best intention of his goodness, but I fear you are dazzled by false appearances. Do you think that youre the only one who doesnt get a visit? Why he ever started this cheap, penny-ante Building and Loan, Ill never know. Youre sheltering enemies of the state, are you not? Watch the movie 1979 (Kate Nelligan)|2019 (Royal Shakespeare Company), 19 Dramatic Shakespeare Monologues For Men, 20 Comedic Shakespeare Monologues For Men, Disclaimer: Some of the articles on Mighty Actor include affiliate links to sites like Amazon, Skillshare, and others. I should have said so. And I find that reassuring. And upon that sand a new god will walk. It would appear he has done everything in his power to earn it. Why do you persist? A monologue from the screenplay by William Broyles Jr. and Al Reinert. We believe this conscience to be a single thing, but it is many-sided. Fly! Can I move this?. The rules are different here. And eventually, all you can think about is how life has always been this way. All my instruments are gone. So I came home. NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from The Dramatic Works of Molire, Vol. She died when she was 39 years old. . I killed my family. In law school, I changed my name to sound more New England..