I was meant to burn there, with everything else. F*** what your mum and dad did to you and your brother. In my dreams. . . . 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. But you just dont have patience for me I guess. I never had a son. Out here, you turn towards the pain as it tears into you. And the wolf has no interest in your dreams. You dont know what outta order is, Mr. Trask! Now tell me true, Abigail. 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. Do you still spend your nights dozing over a textbook in that leather chair as if youre really there? Text . And so, naturally, when I hear that a child has been killed in a fashionin a fashion such as this Little Jesus thingyou know what? (showing him the houses). The Playhouse's flagship 6 week acting workshop for adults will explore script-work, improvisation and characterisation. Your blood ringed my lips as I rushed forth to gather you in my arms, but they wouldnt even let me hold you once more. I dont know. I had power over nothing. He rushed out the door and down to the school-yard, the first game he had ever come to, and my mother put his supper in the oven, for later I hadnt reminded my father of the game. A monologue from the play by Emma Goldman-Sherman. That these feelings were fixed and constant and would never end for the rest of my life. My face was pulp, my guts was pierced, and my ribs was all mashed up. Since then, its You seen his portrait downstairs? 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. (scoffs) That is some unforgivable shit. If it were done, when tis done, then twere wellIt were done quickly: if the assassinationCould trammel up the consequence, and catchWith his surcease success; that but this blowMight be the be-all and the end-all here,But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,Wed jump the life to come. new dignity fatal to my happiness! And Im Kelly Anne Baldwin, raised in Houston, daughter of Karen and Ed Baldwin. 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. Business Studies. I think thats why I want to be with you, I think, I think, because I think that being with you would help maybe make me more the type of guy that I want to be. I stood at a distance, halfway down the block. Dont do anything you might regret. And if its an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now. Those brown eyes. I still dont understand it. (then, pitiful) Just look what its done to you. The shpritz of Aramis, the bu of the Oxfords, the tying of the perfect Windsor knot. Swimming for the coach. That wasnt good enough . A monologue from the play by Lynn Nottage. But lately I have started to wonder if maybe we just say that to make ourselves feel better. I killed my family. And then quiet again. And yet, Ive seen it. I wish I could tell you that I got the strength. It became the mystery of our street. I was alone with Mary. I didnt think she was actually gonna go. Im just a kid. I can hardly look at you standing by your bags. I always thought things happen for a reason, good and bad theres a design, a plan. A monologue from the play by Tennessee Williams. How would I know? Reality and love are almost contradictory for me. The Long Farewell. Ive never owned a house. Destiny, a former child soldier in Liberia, has come to the United States as an undocumented refugee. King Henry VI, Part II. How to destroy Ellaria Sand, the woman who murdered my only daughter. [Laughs.] where she struggles to navigate the battlefield of an inner-city high school while keeping her past a secret and striving for an education. Triple-turned wh*re! I would torture you to death just for writing a story like that, let alone acting it out! . Lets finally guarantee its rights to all of our citizens. I used to think it was, but now, for some reason I cant. I mean, to what end? But, you know I would be bullshitting. He who least regardsSuch brainsick fantasies lives most at ease. But finally we all realized there was no hope. Because hes not a Baird man! Just remember this, Mr. Potter, that this rabble youre talking about, they do most of the working and paying and living and dying in this community. I wish I were a leather jacket guy, Tina. 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. Do you even know? And this great name of Cid, which thou hast just now won. . See how they are chapped and bleeding I can never wear my clothes more than a few days because they smell of other peoples crimes At times I have the place fumigated with sulphur, but it does not help. what friend of mineThat had to him derived your anger, did IContinue in my liking? 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. But none could describe this place. Oh, this one has three bedrooms. Yet be patient in hating me, as I am in loving you. There is nowhere to chain love to vows and ceremony. And made me colorblind. Maybe killing this man will get my eyes back. It never was. Home is a long way away for all of us. You put me on that stupid Weight Watchers Diet. Im not a judge or jury. To decide against my plaintiff is to choose lining the pockets of prison owners over providing basic defense for the people who live in them. (Undine realizes the addicts are eavesdropping and finds herself including them in her confessional.). Abigail, is there any other cause than you have told me, for Goody Proctor discharging you? Ive never heard anyone say Im happy and actually feel it. What do you know? I am ambitious, black, bisexual, angry, sad, strong, sensitive, scared, fierce, talented, exhausted. Female Theatre Monologues for Teens Dry Land (Ruby Rae Speigel) Ester: I've been sleeping in my swimsuit. But I cant. Just . 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. (beat, standing) They say great beasts once roamed this world. . She has been led on by boys, and had her heart broken more than once. I am yetUnknown to woman, never was forsworn,Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,At no time broke my faith, would not betrayThe devil to his fellow and delightNo less in truth than life: my first false speakingWas this upon myself: what I am truly,Is thine and my poor countrys to command:Whither indeed, before thy here-approach,Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,Already at a point, was setting forth.Now well together; and the chance of goodnessBe like our warranted quarrel! AN IDEAL HUSBAND A monologue from the play by Oscar Wilde MABEL CHILTERN: Well, Tommy has proposed to me again. You were only a few months old. (Pause. Australian Monologues for Women Things I Know To Be True (Andrew Bovell) The Call (Patricia Cornelius) Blackrock (Nick Enright) Europe (Michael Gow) The Black Sequin Dress (Jenny Kemp) Who's Afraid of the Working Class Anna Robi and the House of Dogs (Maxine Mellor) The Seed (Kate Mulvany) The Female of the Species (Joanna Murray-Smith) Why, Mr. Anderson? What, do you tremble? Men fall in love so quickly, until they basically go mad, and then, bit by bit, take their distance and fall out of love again. And I dont feel sad, either. I heard a thousand stories. Some of our partners may process your data as a part of their legitimate business interest without asking for consent. 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. Should you need any proof of the matter, well then look just here. I was afraid hed show up and embarrass me. People around me say it automatically in response to how are you doing? It will be just like all the other times youve left, only this time, youre already packed. Pick a comedic monologue! I got no one to care for. I cant keep you out of this house. No. alone, slumped over a little, staring at the cinders between his feet, just staring I dont know how long he stayed there, maybe till dark, but I do know he never again came down to see me play. If only he hadnt taunted him. I know! what causeHath my behavior given to your displeasure,That thus you should proceed to put me off,And take your good grace from me? I guess he thought we could best recover from the trauma of her death by living in a war zone. They whispered in my ear how they wanted to marry me and take me back to their castles. I cant go to the police. A monologue from the play by Daniel Pearle. Until today. I mean, just what am I striving to create anyway? Impenetrable 6. Some of our partners may process your data as a part of their legitimate business interest without asking for consent. Im alone. only to keep in sight of your torn red sweater, racing about the vacant lot you played in. Jackson couldnt take it. A monologue from the play by Tristine Skyler. telling me my dads gonna be all right. people make all these fucking promises. Who I am is a 53-year-old woman from Memphis, Tennessee, named Anna Mae Harkness. There you were, the next one to be sacrificed. The love of your life? FABULATION 10. It would be poetic I suppose, but fast, too fast. They dont need me. Its just a bullshit word. You turn that twenty-five cents into five dollars and you come and see me and Ill give you a job. . Diverse consciences. FACING THE SUN I told everyone my family died in a fire, and I came to accept it as true. 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? Do you believe youre fighting for something? let them alone:The marshal and the archbishop are strong:Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,To-day might I, hanging on Hotspurs neck,Have talkd of Monmouths grave. Are you auditioning for a comedy? (Beat). L'APPEL DU VIDE 2. Les Miserables. So Mary Beth, my therapist, says I flunked Peek-A-Boo. Perhaps peace? You know what? Im a coward. But I pretended not to see him. Im damned if Im gonna stand here and have you tell me youre in love with somebody else! I mean, theres nothing else to say, you know? He prodded me, forcing me to turn around, mixing your blood with mine. But I will look about my village at the illiteracy and disease and ignorance and I will not wonder long. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me?What wheels? All I know is that my adults, the ones assigned to me, they dont seem to want me around, or I can put it differently, they dont want to be around me. I cant stop laundering your money. I cannot blink what I saw, Abigail, for my enemies will not blink it. Affiliate links provides compensation to Daily Actor which helps us remain online, giving you the resources and information actors like you are looking for. Plug him in and pretend he loves you! Do you think I could ever win a womans love with this countenance so like a criminals? STILL LIFE 9. Because to tell you the truth, I dont give a sh*t. A monologue from the screenplay by Lily Wachowski, Lana Wachowski, and Tom Tykwer. You say you love me, but doesnt love mean being available to a person? Nobody's Flood Gender: Male Length: 60 Seconds Monologue Type: Dramatic Character/Setting: Michael (18/19) talks to his brother about the moment he found out he had AIDS. You do whatever you want. Hamlet - William Shakespeare 2021-02-09 I can take off any day this week and Ill pay for it out of my own pocket. by Oscar Wilde. Shes happy. And thou, glorious instrument of my exploits, but yet a useless ornament of an enfeebled body numbed by age [lit. . At each point of intersection, each encounter suggests a new potentialdirection. lofty precipice from which mine honor falls! Yea, for these laws were not ordained of Zeus,And she who sits enthroned with gods below,Justice, enacted not these human laws.Nor did I deem that thou, a mortal man,Couldst by a breath annul and overrideThe immutable unwritten laws of Heaven.They were not born today nor yesterday;They die not; and none knoweth whence they sprang.I was not like, who feared no mortals frown,To disobey these laws and so provokeThe wrath of Heaven. Go to a hotel, go live with her, but dont come back! endobj And have I grown grey in warlike toils, only to see in one day so many of my laurels wither? I have ice in my glass And Ive lost her all over again. She was always one step ahead of the landlord. Its good. They give me balls to squeeze, and fine motor tasks to practice. Busted. Devilish MacbethBy many of these trains hath sought to win meInto his power, and modest wisdom plucks meFrom over-credulous haste: but God aboveDeal between thee and me! Because I cant. 1-minute monologues from plays for auditions and acting practice. And the drama, you will see, acquires a tremendous value from this point. Of course. But if this is Hell, then I must be a demon, too. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. London: J.M. Men go out with me, we break up, and then they get married! (Pause.) It made me feel cold, like if love wasnt for me!. We would lunch someplace while shopping. Outta order. I dont f***ing care! A monologue from the tv series written by Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Emerald Fennell, Suzanne Heathcote, & Laura Neal. My mom barely goes out. I have been studying how I may compareThis prison where I live unto the world;And, for because the world is populousAnd here is not a creature but myself,I cannot do it. . There is an overwhelming, and there is an all-pervading, hatreda hatredof people like you. But it did sound a lot calmer than the way I would describe it. . Pitiless fate, whose severity separates my glory and my desires! So I cut out the eye that looked away. But I never took it. Polo shirts. Each monologue must be under 90 seconds in length. And then she ditches me. . A monologue from the play by Christopher Marlowe. All her clothes were gone. They took Ruth while she was out buying food. What excellent foolsReligion makes of men! I was gonna die there, totally alone. Stealing from my mom. It rides on the bus with me to work. It is Hell. <> No one will ever see it! 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. A Christmas Carol - Drama. Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Thats right: my sweetheart, my lover, that sweet girl I lolled around with on endless Sundays, is getting hot ashes. Fear. (Pause) Jake wanted to be Snow White for Halloween. And I cant even tell now what my altitude is. I dont really think it matters what that thing is . So who am I? Where criminality is confused with mental health? I married a Wall Street lawyer. Id only trip on it now! Prison teaches no good and Siberia doesnt either but another human being can . O inimical old age! The other thing about depression is it kind of collapses time. Your moms with someone. I feel completely safe with you. But youre right. I do them, but why should I? I will count every minute that the kids are away from here, away from you, as a victory. There was no noise, no tremble. For I cannot persuade you, Violante, that I hate you from simply listening to you, when I hardly know you. . I can't do this. . And the fantasy of right and wrong. You know, I guess Ive been heart-broken too many times. with respect][does] my arm, which has so often saved this empire, and so often strengthened anew the throne of its king. Your daughter will die here in this cell and youll be here watching as she does, youll be here the rest of your days. For thirty-nine years. Running since 2008, The Desert Monologues has seen countless Dubai actors (and non-actors) step onto our stage and into the spotlight. Farewell! But where our conclusions differ, is I dont consider the comparison an insult. Like it was all some elaborate scheme I thought up. MONOLOGUES FOR MALES . A monologue from the play by August Strindberg. Then they performed the ritual to make us brave. Perhaps you feel, Violante, that I am too forward. Im gonna see what you do with that. Thats their line of crap. Why do you do it? A monologue from the screenplay by William Broyles Jr. We both had done the math. At that point I panicked. He gonna be digging a ditch the rest of his life. You can choose to love me as much as I love you. Babe. This ones on half an acre and uh, this one is older, but it has a really good view and the neighborhoods pretty. A great lumbering beast. . But it had never touched me. Continue with Recommended Cookies. Where to Find It: The Perfect Audition Monologue: First Edition 7. And I am no murderer. Shall I listen to thee, love, whose delicious power causes my desires to rebel against this proud tyrant? Because of this thing tomorrow. . The FIRE took that from me. I perforce obeyThe powers that be. A monologue from the play by David French. nay, gave noticeHe was from thence discharged. I gotta live with that. Its terrifying. 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I would have said No, but at least they could have asked!! An example of data being processed may be a unique identifier stored in a cookie. Just peace. I buy what I want, I dont want it. I kept on pushingjust like I always have where Shelby was concernedhoping shed sit up and argue with me. I knew it then. I watch them do this. In a way, I put all my romanticism into that one night, and I was never able to feel all this again. Is it freedom or truth? But Im so grateful that she was with me on that island. A monologue from the play by Pedro Calderon De La Barca. Female Monologues from Plays Male Monologues from Plays Teen Monologues from Plays 1 2 3 14 All Monologues His touch stayed with me long after the pain had gone and I longed for it. Thinking about my whole life, how . and hear your playmates calling you, Johnny, Johnny! How it went through me, just to hear your name called! Let him continue on his journey. The consent submitted will only be used for data processing originating from this website. I trusted her. A monologue from the play by Arthur Miller. The only one who doesnt get phone calls? They had to wait and save their money before they even thought of a decent home. 24 Dramatic Monologues For Teenage Females 1. and I say to myself always, that, being the daughter of a king, all other than a monarch is unworthy of me. 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. We all make our choices. Heaven and earth!Must I remember? Well, yknow, Ill tell you what there is about me. I turned to face the pitcher. A monologue from the play by Lorraine Hansberry. Actually, it started happening last winter. Look at Ariston, look at Priande, Oronte, Alcidamus, Polydore, and Clitandre. You dont really know why you dont like them. Ah babe, Im not doing so good. Monologues Be ready to perform two well-prepared, memorized monologues from published plays. What I am is a survivor. But to be honest I feel like the real opportunities are the ones that fall into your lap. My lights are gone. I couldve lived with a professor of Middle English, for example, if he was a moral man and had tenure at Princeton. She surprised me in a place, where she ought not to have known me, just as I could not exist for her; and she now seeks to attach to me a reality such as I could never suppose I should have to assume for her in a shameful and fleeting moment of my life. How unfamiliar words like collateral and rendition became frightening. Its everywhere. But I couldnt leave. (Dolores touches his face, almost affectionate). Everything shorts out right there in my cockpit. I know Im running out of fuel, so Im thinking about ditching in the ocean. I swear one night Im going to go out, and Im just not going to come home. Im old. You know how I stayed alive this long? Well, in my book he died a much richer man than youll ever be. A man's love is like that. A monologue from the tv series created by Peter Nowalk. Dramatic Monologues Actor, writer, and Backstage Expert Mallory Fuccella knows the importance of finding a dramatic monologue with the correct tone, and she's here to help. I know why you made that vow to your father. 1 0 obj Believe me. by William Shakespeare. Your bones will turn to sand. It wasnt long till they came for me. 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. . How shall I bearTo enter here? Any bags/backpacks that are larger in size will need to be returned to the owners vehicle or disposed of. . There has been cannibalism. Eventually, it becomes you that part of you that gives you a reason to wake up and breathe every day. And I had said, you know, we could talk about it. to which of the two oughtest thou to yield obedience? Its a valuable future. it never succeeds in either extinguishing the love, or accepting the lover! Yes, freedom has fangs. He chose to love me back. She was wearing a long burgundy velour three-quarter sleeve zip bathrobe with a thick vertical white stripe down the center, surrounding the zipper. . So uh, you, uh, never know what what events are to transpire to get you home. But I will not follow thesewhere my honor is concerned, the captivation of my feelings does not abate my courage. Outta order? A monologue from the play by Luigi Pirandello. A monologue from the tv series created by Taylor Sheridan. After the wedding she moved in. You will lie with the rest of your kind in the dirt your dreams forgotten. I think youre used to the type of guys who push people around and Im not that type of person. Rather, I shouldnt say suddenly. And its constantly evolving and gaining complexity. It was a girl. Hes come to the crossroads. I tried to run away, but Renly Baratheon took me in his arms. A monologue from the play by Tracey Scott Wilson. But I think I bore you. And I even will have moments when I wonder if the quiet was not better than all that death and hatred. That it should come to this!But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:So excellent a king; that was, to this,Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my motherThat he might not beteem the winds of heavenVisit her face too roughly. 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?
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