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STILL LIFE 9. A man might approach love with the best intentions, ready to give his all, and yet find that he walks on a path well trod, through a vale of tears. That kids long gone and this old man is all thats left. An assortment of public domain monologues taken from classic plays organized by gender and type. I think you dont want to be with someone like me. He made you believe that you needed to be without fault in order to be loved. People like my client, Nathaniel Lahey, and millions of people like him who are relegated to a subclass of human existence in our prisons. Is that whats left for me? We and our partners use cookies to Store and/or access information on a device. In Memphis, talking to you. I like to think about the life of wine. Yes, it had begun that early. But Im so grateful that she was with me on that island. In this musical, murderesses Velma Kelly and Roxie Hart are sent to death row. And Im lookin down at a big, black ocean, so I flip on my map light, and then suddenly: zap. And yetI honored thee, as the wise will deem, rightly.Never had I been a mother of children,or if a husband had been moldering in death,would I have taken this task upon me in the citys despite.What law, ye ask, is my warrant for that word?The husband lost, another might have been found,and child from another, to replace the first-born;but, father and mother hidden with Hades,no brothers life could ever bloom for me again.Such was the law whereby I held thee first in honor;but Creon deemed me guilty of error therein,and of outrage, ah brother mine!And now he leads me thus, a captive in his hands;no bridal bed, no bridal song hath been mine,no joy of marriage, no portion in the nurture of children; but thus, forlorn of friends, unhappy one, I go living to the vaults of death.And what law of Heaven have I transgressed?Why, hapless one, should I look to the gods anymorewhat ally should I invokewhen by pietyI have earned the name of impious? View Bargaining by Kellie Powell This penitential robe will keep. I know what you think it means, sonny. I cant tell if youre coming or going. (Pause. You must be able to see it Mr. Anderson. Daddy said I could. And I kept explaining I hadnt actually said yes but at that point . Hes got all these interviews happening and theyre obviously not on his terms and she feels like we owe it to him to set clearer boundaries at home. No matter where of comfort no man speak.Lets talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs,Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyesWrite sorrow on the bosom of the earth.Lets choose executors and talk of wills.And yet not so for what can we bequeathSave our deposed bodies to the ground?Our lands, our lives, and all, are Bolingbrokes,And nothing can we call our own but death;And that small model of the barren earthWhich serves as paste and cover to our bones.For Gods sake let us sit upon the groundAnd tell sad stories of the death of kings:How some have been deposd, some slain in war,Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed,Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killd,All murdered for within the hollow crownThat rounds the mortal temples of a kingKeeps Death his court, and there the antic sits,Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,Allowing him a breath, a little scene,To monarchize, be feard, and kill with looks;Infusing him with self and vain conceit,As if this flesh which walls about our lifeWere brass impregnable; and, humourd thus,Comes at the last, and with a little pinBores through his castle wall, and farewell king!Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and bloodWith solemn reverence; throw away respect,Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty;For you have but mistook me all this while.I live with bread like you, feel want,Taste grief, need friends subjected thus,How can you say to me, I am a king? And that was just a week before we decided to take a break. And sometimes I use excessive force on an entirely innocent individual. His pokes left little indentations all over my body because there was no life in my skin. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you. Standard Broadway repertoire includes Rodgers and Hammerstein, Lerner and Loewe, Stephen Sondheim, Leonard Bernstein, Jules Styne, Bock and Harnick, Kander and Ebb, George Gershwin, Duke Ellington, etc. The unspoken rule in my house was that my moms name was never mentioned after her death. (Pause. ii. Just let me help you, Gavin. Isnt that right? Then chose to protect me. Yesterday, my life was headed in one direction. I cant believe were actually going! Its like theres a fire burning in the center of my head, Mary, and the pipe is the water that will put it out. Actually, why he would hate the name the Hangman is baffling to me. We spend our youth unconscious, feeling immortal, then we marry and have kids and awaken with a shock to mortality, theirs, ours, thats all we see. Why get up? Anyway, wed kinda been delaying the conversation and Halloween rolls around and Alex has a pirate outfit and a skeleton costume laid out for him on his bed and he asks, what about Snow White? daily preach solitude and retirement while they themselves live at Court; who know how to reconcile their zeal with their vices; who are passionate, revengeful, faithless, full of deceit, and who, to work the destruction of a fellow-man. But somebody told me it was important so here it goes. But Im done. 10 Short Comedic Monologues for Your 90-Second Musical Theatre Audition : PerformerStuff More Good Stuff It appears that you are outside of North America. Theres these moments that shape our lives, moments you have no control over. When I was a girl, my father held a ball. But I couldnt leave. Read the play here Folger| No Fear Shakespeare, Watch the movie 2010 (Helen Mirren)|2017 (Royal Shakespeare Company). Why did you come almost close enoughand no closer? 1 Min. Fly! and how invoke my Sire?Shall I declare that from a loving wifeTo her dear lord I bear them? (Beat). The following six two minute monologues are comedic, contemporary and for women. There can be no mistakes. These forces that often remake time and space, that can shape and alter who we imagine ourselves to be, begin long before we are born and continue after we perish. So you find yourself trying to remember the things that made you happy. The opposite side to you. destiny has allowed that love should continue even between two enemies. The Hershey Theatre will only permit bags 5"x8"x1" or smaller, which includes hand clutches, wristlets and small purses. Of course, there are a couple of intense dramatic monologues from Shakespeare. FABULATION 10. I just dont want to have to call her. Child Soldier 2. . AN IDEAL HUSBAND A monologue from the play by Oscar Wilde MABEL CHILTERN: Well, Tommy has proposed to me again. I havent come here on any but equal terms. ), A couple of weeks ago some people were even saying I had something to do with it. Yes, I remember the long afternoons of our childhood, when I had to stay indoors to practice my music. I know that. Consider for a moment the world a rat lives in. . Youre right, I cant pretend to understand what youre going through. What do you really wanna know? I hope that, whoever you are, you escape this place. ), A monologue from the play by J. Thalia Cunningham. then] betray my cause, and do nothing for me? Once the owner of a successful P.R. I like how wine continues to evolve, like if I opened a bottle of wine today it would taste different than if Id opened it on any other day, because a bottle of wine is actually alive. New York: Brantanos, 1922. At that point I panicked. remarkable] insult, in spite of the choice of the king, has contrived [lit. It will be met with reward. take up piano; Im taking piano. 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 guess Im feeling cold and unwelcoming. Which gave my mother relief, because it meant that in the bad times, there would be good times. I had to test it, you know? I wish I could share that I wish, that everyone, if only for one moment, could feel that awe, and humility, and hope. Can we start over? 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. I remember it so well, that I would shed my blood rather than degrade my rank. Renly was the kings brother after all. The 61-year-old actor was joined by his wife, Laura Louie, 55 . Outta order. . Home is a long way away for all of us. But I didnt mind, no, I didnt mind until I overheard a group of my friends making crass unkind comments about my family. My Mom had the same bathrobe in blue. Oh, she said. But I pretended not to see him. You really should be in therapy, you know. And if I wanted something I could just reach out and take it. Im just so..bored. Im old. Then again, I blame pretty much everything on that, my weight, my addiction to television, my inability to spell. . And I find that reassuring. Im supposed to set goals and maybe take night classes that will expand my horizons. Lets finally guarantee its rights to all of our citizens. It rides on the bus with me to work. (Pause.) For although in my arrogance I swore to fall out of love, it is not as easy as falling in love. Why did you do that?Doesnt matter now. (beat). Rehabilitated? Embrace it. But if one were to determine what attributes the Jews share with a beast, it would be that of the rat. Doesnt it make them better customers? I hope that the world turns and that things get better. Why did I fail? self-control. Not even my parents. 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. Remember? But the tortures, the sufferingsthese I have to bear See how I look! The thought of this lovely face cracking open like a duck egg, no, its just not right. And I decided on that day that I was Undine Barnes, who bore no relationship to those people. Thats right: my sweetheart, my lover, that sweet girl I lolled around with on endless Sundays, is getting hot ashes. (pause) If wed had a house, Id never would have wanted to leave. But Mary, I open my eyes every morning and all I want is a pipe to smoke. New York: Brantanos, 1922. But I chose to find out.. He is worthy of me, but he belongs to Chimne; the present which I made of him [to her], injures me. Im so sad that I dont have Kelly. maybe she has a point. if Chimne ever has Rodrigo for a husband, my hope is dead and my spirit, is healed. Oberyn looked beautiful that day. A monologue from the screenplay by Mario Puzo & Francis Ford Coppola. Surrounded by the illusion of order. 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 . 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 . Protagonist - Tommy O despair! Drum couldnt take it. endobj 1 minute and 23 seconds later the plane crashed into a field. Ive coerced witnesses, got clients to lie on the stand, bullied students to tears, manipulated jurors like you. I added it up, and knew that I had lost her. Stealing from my mom. Im alone. Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound.Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me;But let them hear what fearful words I utter.O villains, Chiron and Demetrius!Here stands the spring whom you have staind with mud,This goodly summer swith your winter mixd.You killd her husband, and for that vile faultTwo of her brothers were condemnd to death,My hand cut off and made a merry jest;Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more dearThan hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,Inhuman traitors, you constraind and forcedWhat would you say, if I should let you speak?Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace.Hark, wretches! You cant do that. Trans. There was a time I could see. Why, Mr. Anderson? NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from The Moscow Art Theatre Series of Plays. I try. Then it is as if something cried way down in the earth and up there in the sky as if it cried treason against the primal force, against the source of all good, against love And do you know, when reams of paper have been filled with mutual accusations. stream But there are so many places it would never occur to a hawk to hide. So who am I? Shes obviously fine with his wearing anything, you know, around the apartment but she was convinced letting him trick-or-treat like that in the building . So I made a rope and I went up to the summit, to hang myself. A monologue from the play by Daniel Pearle. Ed. I have that now. I come home tomorrow and Im on the back of a milk carton. . No one had such skill with his spear. Here, he has come home for a while, and she tells him what she thinks of his being an absentee father. . Unfortunately, because of copyright restrictions, we cannot sell to persons in your country. Laughing and chattering such pretty sounds. Id only trip on it now! Because I 'always swear'. 10 Short Dramatic Monologues for Your 90-Second Musical Theatre Audition : PerformerStuff More Good Stuff It appears that you are outside of North America. Now tell me true, Abigail. They include a couple hidden theater gems as well as several famous female monologues, good for either Broadway or the local playhouse. Im your wife, damn it! Hes here in double trust:First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,Who should against his murderer shut the door,Not bear the knife myself. If you dont see one you like, keep checking back! Just . I turned back to look at your little body, a naked scrap of promise lying in the dust. How did I f*** up babe? Everything will be okay in the end. A monologue from the screenplay by Robert Harling. A coward. I mean, thats what its all about, right? I drank without thinking. But you are aware of what they call me. The hair goes, and the waist. !7o,{T|qd+6gxH3K6;+5N;^l3-!i7a;zy3IH??J2 p ?/O{;iJy-LxC2Xn$6cgX! Shes so beautiful. My family drove 267 miles in a rented minivan, loaded with friends and relatives eager to witness my ceremony. Here, she starts out talking to Guy, an addict in the group, but expands her confessional to include everyone, finishing up with Guy, who might be the only person who can redeem her. It was an abortion, Michael! Well, the mask is off, so Im gonna say yes. They came en masse, dressed in their Alexanders best. We must never let them take it from us. Oliver M. Sayler. If you would like to change your settings or withdraw consent at any time, the link to do so is in our privacy policy accessible from our home page.. The fact is that no item of clothing has ever moved me in any way except one. A monologue from the tv series created by Taylor Sheridan. what friend of mineThat had to him derived your anger, did IContinue in my liking? Brienne the Beauty they called me. Yes, I killed them. (Rue lets out a big exhale. Something more than your survival? Makers of men; creators of leaders; be careful what kind of leaders youre producin here. Thats my life now. . BidOur priest prepare us honey, milk, and poppy,His masculine odours, and night-vestments. Betrayed I am.O this false soul of Egypt! It would be at a caf where we would have salad and like it. He has chosen a path. Its life, boiling up inside of you. You could come home tomorrow and its fine. I have this thing about not seeing people in the flesh. No one said a word. Fear. Sometimes it was so cold my toes turned blue. It belongs to someone who has yet to come. admits] no man without honor, and thy jealous pride, by this foul [lit. Believes Terentius,If these were dangersas I shame to think themThe gods could change the certain course of fate?Or, if they could, they would now, in a moment,For a beefs fat, or less, be bribed t invertThose long decrees? And when I look back at it, you know, just, its like she lied to me. Ive come to ask you for another three days time, at least, in order to forget you. Young Women's Contemporary Monologues, Dramatic 1. Pray can I not,Though inclination be as sharp as will.My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,And, like a man to double business bound,I stand in pause where I shall first begin,And both neglect. Perhaps you feel, Violante, that I am too forward. But it also gave her anxiety because it meant that in the good times, there would be bad times. Cause she met another girl. A monologue from the play by Emma Goldman-Sherman. Then its name becomes clear. Ive worn a mask every day of my life. How I loved you! Christ pitied everybody and he said to us: Go and do likewise! I tell you if you pity a man when he most needs it, good comes of it. Maybe were just drifting from moment to moment trying to do what we think is right. 47 children were rescued, I was one of them. I suddenly found I couldnt write any more. He kneels. Short Dramatic Monologue Examples Pdf . . Dont touch. I know movings a big deal. This was a great man. A monologue from the screenplay by Paddy Chayefsky. How would I know? . film also had a synchronized musical score performed by, louise miriam dillie keane born 23 may 1952 is an olivier award nominated . Im tired of pretending that I cannot continue acting as as if I do not love you. And if you cant work up a winter passion for me, the least I require is respect and allegiance! Pick a comedic monologue! The Fuhrer and Goebbels propaganda have said pretty much the same thing. I have done many a bad thing. Because this isnt a convention weekend with your secretary, is it? . I gotta live with that. But when you say it, Im looking at you, I believe you actually mean it. (Undine realizes the addicts are eavesdropping and finds herself including them in her confessional.). (Pause. If an entirely innocent individual leaves this room for the outside world, theyre not gonna contemplate even raising their voice to a little kid again, just in case I hear em and drag em in here for another load of excessive f***ing force. Thinking about my whole life, how . dead Henrys woundsOpen their congeald mouths and bleed afresh!Blush, Blush, thou lump of foul deformity;For tis thy presence that exhales this bloodFrom cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells;Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural,Provokes this deluge most unnatural.O God, which this blood madest, revenge his death!O earth, which this blood drinkst revenge his death!Either heaven with lightning strike themurderer dead,Or earth, gape open wide and eat him quick,As thou dost swallow up this good kings bloodWhich his hell-governd arm hath butchered! boiling?In leads or oils? The FIRE took that from me. .no, worse than tigresses . Every scar, every flaw, every imperfection. And as the crowd broke up and our team stampeded out of the school-yard, cleats clicking and scraping blue sparks on the sidewalk, I looked back once through the wire fence and saw my father still sitting on the now-empty bench. Bleed until its dark. Oliver M. Sayler. In my fantasy world, had my mother lived, I would be extremely well-dressed. I was still the same waist size since high school. Great joke. Meanwhile, I endure an incredible torture; even up to this bridal. . I know! I should have said that my mother took an extra shift so I could have a new coat every year. Now my ministrys at stake; my ministry and perhaps your cousins life.Whatever abomination you have done, give me all of it now, for I dare not be taken unaware when I go before them down there. In a Buster Brown store on Sheepshead Bay Road. If Id known you were going to make my dress as long as that Id rather have stayed thirteen. Civilization is crumbling. It was time to go out fighting again. Go, go bragHow many ladies you have undone, like me.Fare you well sir; let me hear no more of you.I had a limb corrupted to an ulcer,But I have cut it off: and now Ill goWeeping to heaven on crutches. Hark! And in the middle of this burning I am supposed to envision my life, Mary. 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. Have fun preparing for your . . That these feelings were fixed and constant and would never end for the rest of my life. the land bids me tread no more upont;It is ashamed to bear me! At least a fireman. A monologue from the screenplay by Lily and Lana Wachowski. F*** it. Home | Uncategorized | 118 Dramatic Monologues For Men, A monologue from the play by Martin McDonagh. But today, you decide. . At each point of intersection, each encounter suggests a new potentialdirection. So I came home. Outta order? You dont get it: I cling to Karen; I cling to her. And made me colorblind. Maybe killing this man will get my eyes back. When I was ten I started getting sharp pains in my side and had to be taken to the doctors. Babe. These n*ggers take and throw their money away in the saloon and get mad when its gone. My thoughts on the. (Vicious.) what causeHath my behavior given to your displeasure,That thus you should proceed to put me off,And take your good grace from me? O, most wicked speed, to postWith such dexterity to incestuous sheets!It is not nor it cannot come to good:But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue. (Smiling) Oh, you got a murderous rage in you, and I like it. that bed, that womb,That metal, that self-mould, that fashiond theeMade him a man; and though thou livest and breathest,Yet art thou slain in him: thou dost consentIn some large measure to thy fathers death,In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,Who was the model of thy fathers life.Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair:In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughterd,Thou showest the naked pathway to thy life,Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee:That which in mean men we intitle patienceIs pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.What shall I say? Dramatic Monologue for Adult Male. I couldnt bear to see her in another womans arms. I cant stop laundering your money. Reality and love are almost contradictory for me. Wait? Because mostly I feel rage. He danced with me and none of the other boys could say a word. T here is a theory that in the course of human prehistory, hunter-gatherers sung before they spoke. In my dreams. Prison teaches no good and Siberia doesnt either but another human being can . Food and our shoes. If by your art, my dearest father, you havePut the wild waters in this roar, allay them.The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,But that the sea, mounting to the welkins cheek,Dashes the fire out. . <>/XObject<>/ProcSet[/PDF/Text/ImageB/ImageC/ImageI] >>/MediaBox[ 0 0 612 792] /Contents 4 0 R/Group<>/Tabs/S>> You, you said that they Whatd you say just a minute ago? Child Soldier 4. When he returns from hunting,I will not speak with him; say I am sick:If you come slack of former services,You shall do well; the fault of it Ill answer.Put on what weary negligence you please,You and your fellows; Ill have it come to question:If he dislike it, let him to our sister,Whose mind and mine, I know, in that are one,Not to be over-ruled. And that robe disappeared. Is that my share? my valor], which all Spain admires and looks up to [lit. But it isnt true. 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. and so the three of us together looked after the house . It said: This is the New World and in this world you can be whoever the f*** you want. while I wore it yet, thou sawst me mockedThere at my home by each malicious mouthTo all and each, an undivided scorn.The name alike and fate of witch and cheatWoe, poverty, and famineall I bore;And at this last the god hath brought me hereInto deaths toils, and what his love had made,His hate unmakes me now: and I shall standNot now before the altar of my home,But me a slaughter-house and block of bloodShall see hewn down, a reeking sacrifice.Yet shall the gods have heed of me who die,For by their will shall one requite my doom.He, to avenge his fathers blood outpoured,Shall smite and slay with matricidal hand.Ay, he shall cometho far away he roam,A banished wanderer in a strangers landTo crown his kindreds edifice of ill,Called home to vengeance by his fathers fall:Thus have the high gods sworn, and shall fulfil.And now why mourn I, tarrying on earth,Since first mine Ilion has found its fateAnd I beheld, and those who won the wallPass to such issue as the gods ordain?I too will pass and like them dare to die!

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