A great lumbering beast. And I realized I was the ugliest girl alive. A monologue from the play by August Strindberg. There are comic monologues (laughs) and dramatic monologues (no laughs). does it not show too clearly over whom thou art destined to reign? And whats wrong with that? I wanna try to talk some sense to him tell him the way things are. I heard a thousand stories. Its the fact that youre never really emotionally prepared for someone to leave you. We all looked at each other then back at Mary as she happily made her way to the stove to put on the kettle. And have I grown grey in warlike toils, only to see in one day so many of my laurels wither? Others, the Great Plains. In my fantasy world, had my mother lived, I would be extremely well-dressed. Such ideas come to me in the evening when I cant go to sleep. And perhaps . For thirty-nine years. I can hardly look at you standing by your bags. No teachers. Dont do anything you might regret. I was still the same waist size since high school. I saw it! And at home my mother sat down to darn his socks and watch the oven I remember stepping up to bat. The shpritz of Aramis, the bu of the Oxfords, the tying of the perfect Windsor knot. Can I move this?. So I ran away, crossed the shining sea and when I finally set foot back on sole ground the first thing I heard was that goddamn voice. Some one has to be kind, girl some one has to pity people! For me to hate you, you must love me, and that you will not do. yes, a human being can teach another one kindness very simply! 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. After my mom died, my father took his five motherless children to Belfast, Northern Ireland. 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. My father smiled at me and I smiled at him. Which way shall I turn? Stealing from my mom. <> Wait? Some of our partners may process your data as a part of their legitimate business interest without asking for consent. Where does the hawk look? 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. All is lost!This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me.My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonderThey cast their caps up and carouse togetherLike friends long lost. Hes gone; and on his finger bears my signet,Which is to him a sceptre. How unfamiliar words like collateral and rendition became frightening. It always confused me, because I didnt really know what it meant. Do you even know? firm, she lost everything when her husband absconded with all her money. Monologue Categories: Vulnerable monologues, angry . (Pause.) Id watch him from my window get swallowed up in the sea of Brooklyn fathers all beginning their day. You will lie with the rest of your kind in the dirt your dreams forgotten. Except that I loved her. Ist not you?Ist not your high preferment? It wakes me up. Theatre, Drama Duke of York's Theatre, Covent Garden Until 3 Jun 2023 Recommended Photo: John Wilson Buy ticket Time Out says Sheridan Smith is tremendous in Matthew Dunster's skilled revival. Each night is darker, beyond darkness. Ive lived next door to you all the days of my life. Why are you silent? At each point of intersection, each encounter suggests a new potentialdirection. (Beat). When I was ten I started getting sharp pains in my side and had to be taken to the doctors. And Im Kelly Anne Baldwin, raised in Houston, daughter of Karen and Ed Baldwin. Where does it hurt? Then I saw him sitting on the bench along third base. Only sky above us now. They do not trust to the appearance of evil, and are more inclined to judge kindly of others. 2. 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 dont know if it was a girl dressed like a guy or a guy dressed like a girl dressed like a guy. But I will look about my village at the illiteracy and disease and ignorance and I will not wonder long. . I sit there and look at the website and imagine. But for thisI feel no penitence; my life is love:If I must shed blood, it shall be by force.Till now, no drop from an Assyrian veinHath flowd for me, nor hath the smallest coinOf Ninevehs vast treasures oer been lavishdOn objects which could cost her Sons a tear:If then they hate me, tis because I hate not:If they rebel, tis because I oppress not.Oh, men! Now heres Charlie. He spared me because he wanted me to live in shame. 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. 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. And it just started, like, this avalanche of sh*t, about maybe I deserve it. 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. They must be contrasting pieces: one dramatic and one comedic, or one classical and one contemporary, totaling up to five minutes. They they take needles and poke at my hands. Look at myself No smiling man ever comes here; nothing is to be seen here but angry glances, snarling lips, clenched fists And everybody pours his anger, his envy, his suspicions, upon me. There, they find stardom and hope it will save them from the gallows. Sal becomes embarrassed.). Did I tell this,Who would believe me? 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. by William Shakespeare. Theyre nasty little sh*ts and nasty little sh*ts arent worth crying over.. . ) You dont realize how lucky you are. I would know what went with what, and everything I tried on would fit. Let me help you with this., A monologue from the screenplay by James V. Hart & Michael Goldenberg. ELEEMOSYNARY 11. <>/XObject<>/ProcSet[/PDF/Text/ImageB/ImageC/ImageI] >>/MediaBox[ 0 0 612 792] /Contents 4 0 R/Group<>/Tabs/S>> It was me. O perilous mouths,That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,Either of condemnation or approof;Bidding the law make courtsy to their will:Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite,To follow as it draws! And angry at myself, I swung hard on the first pitch, there was a hollow crack, and the ball shot low over the shortstops head for a double. Synopsis: A woman eats her husband's divorce papers in an attempt to halt the proceedings. They whispered in my ear how they wanted to marry me and take me back to their castles. So uh, you, uh, never know what what events are to transpire to get you home. I like thinking about the red dress and the television and you and your father. and which in this insult has served me for show, and not for defence, go, abandon henceforth the most dishonored [lit. Tis I:Do you know me now? For although in my arrogance I swore to fall out of love, it is not as easy as falling in love. And you let it. But it had never touched me. A monologue from the screenplay by Bo Goldman. The only safeguard people of color have is the right to a defense, and we wont even give them that. In my dreams. Its everywhere. I had a therapist once who said that these states will wax and wane. . Look at Ariston, look at Priande, Oronte, Alcidamus, Polydore, and Clitandre. Since then, its You seen his portrait downstairs? A person needs shots and a state department visa just to get to you. Because of this thing tomorrow. Bid them all fly!For when I am revenged upon my charm,I have done all. Like that time, I came home. Id known death since I was a child. He will not useHis past experience, like a man of sense,To judge the present need, but lends an earTo any croaker if he augurs ill.Since then my counsels naught avail, I turnTo thee, our present help in time of trouble,Apollo, Lord Lycean, and to theeMy prayers and supplications here I bring.Lighten us, lord, and cleanse us from this curse!For now we all are cowed like marinersWho see their helmsman dumbstruck in the storm. Id only trip on it now! Abigail, is there any other cause than you have told me, for Goody Proctor discharging you? You know how I stayed alive this long? Those lips. Office Hour Gender: Male Length: 90 Seconds Monologue Type: Dramatic I know! Who I am is a 53-year-old woman from Memphis, Tennessee, named Anna Mae Harkness. All come to this? I dont understand the concept actually. So, some of us try to regain unconsciousness. I trusted her. If youre looking for an audition piece thats comedic or dramatic, weve got some great monologues to choose from! . Interview: Jeremy Davis on Playing Olaf in Frozen, Costume Mishaps and Making the Role His Own, Interview: Casting Director Kim Coleman on Five Days at Memorial, Self-Tape Tips and Portraying Real People, Interview: David Christopher Wells on His Role in To Kill a Mockingbird, Being an Understudy and Getting His MFA, Annie Jump and the Library of Heaven (Annie): Daddy, I know what I want to do with my life, Annie Jump and the Library of Heaven (Annie): You are being really, really, really mean, Annie Jump and the Library of Heaven (Dr. Jump): Greetings, citizens of Strawberry, Annie Jump and the Library of Heaven (Mrs. Gomez): I didnt say you could create an explosion on school property, Annie Jump and the Library of Heaven (KJ): I cant afford to screw this up, Annie Jump and the Library of Heaven (Dr. Jump): Do you know what bugs me about lithium?, Annie Jump and the Library of Heaven (Alethea): I know everything about everything, Annie Jump and the Library of Heaven (Annie): Its not easy being a teenage science genius, Annie Jump and the Library of Heaven (Dr. Jump): Do not laugh at me, SubUrbia (Tim): Hes got her right where he wants her. If he could see that far hed look up and find twenty-five dollars in his pocket. Are you lonely for your long lost family, the one you never really wanted, or do people want families before theyre formed and then freak out that they cant manage them once they get them? 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? Today, it is headed in another. I dont really think it matters what that thing is . But if this is Hell, then I must be a demon, too. It was the most precious moment of my life so far. Babe. A monologue from the play by August Wilson. I was free. To know it, you must walk. and the other, Yakoff, was ill most of the time he coughed a lot . 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. 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! I used to be the same. A vision that tells us that we belong to something that is greater then ourselves, that we are *not*, that none of us are alone! I turned back to look at your little body, a naked scrap of promise lying in the dust. Surrounded by the illusion of order. Who knows? If only he hadnt taunted him. Then think the gods, like flies,Are to be taken with the steam of flesh,Or blood, diffused about their altars; thinkTheir power as cheap as I esteem it small.Of all the throng that fill th Olympian hall,And, without pity, lade poor Atlas back,I know not that one deity, but Fortune,To whom I would throw up, in begging smoke,One grain of incense; or whose ear Id buyWith thus much oil. There was no noise, no tremble. Text Cullum 12 25 WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?! They gave us drugs, slitting our foreheads with razors so cocaine would go directly into the bloodstream. I haven't taken it off for a week. Mary, every day really is a new day. It would be poetic I suppose, but fast, too fast. Is it decreed [lit. And if its an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now. For many years I blamed this on my moms death. It was the first time Id got one over on them. After the wedding she moved in. (Reading from a letter): My father is deceasd! A monologue from the tv series created by Sam Levinson. Alas, sir,In what have I offended you? (Pause. Why keep fighting? The roads are peopled by refugees towing carts and road gangs looking for fuel and food. Rehabilitated? . Now, by my life,Old fools are babes again; and must be usedWith cheques as flatteries,when they are seen abused.Remember what I tell you. I didnt want your son, Michael! And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. To view the purposes they believe they have legitimate interest for, or to object to this data processing use the vendor list link below. Ive come to ask you for another three days time, at least, in order to forget you. Its not even the lies that hurt, you know? Here's a monologue of him talking to his friend, Ivan, as they wait for the bus. Hold on. A monologue from the screenplay by Quentin Tarantino, Monsieur LaPadite, are you aware of the nickname the people of France have given me? Youre not my boss. When I saw that my heart could not protect itself, I myself gave away that which I did not dare to take; and I put, in place of my self, Chimne in its fetters, and I kindled their passions [lit. Bid them all fly! Protect it. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time. (Beat). Drum couldnt take it. It struck me as amusing. He gave me this, you know. Fear. But the tortures, the sufferingsthese I have to bear See how I look! So if you really are here, and youre really not just stopping in to say youre leaving again, youre going to have to do better than this. I knew about Michelle. The FIRE took that from me. She has been led on by boys, and had her heart broken more than once. But lately I have started to wonder if maybe we just say that to make ourselves feel better. NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from Plays by August Strindberg, v. 1. And I dont feel sad, either. Because I 'always swear'. The consent submitted will only be used for data processing originating from this website. Youll own it and the land forever. What am I gonna do without you? 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. He is worthy of me, but he belongs to Chimne; the present which I made of him [to her], injures me. He gave his life to that store. . Mules 6. Ive never heard anyone say Im happy and actually feel it. Black kids dont go into the cafeteria and shoot up everybody or stalk teachers and shoot them. Or the people who came before. And I find that reassuring. (My Fair Lady) THE FINALE 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. 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. Perhaps you feel, Violante, that I am too forward. Youre Virtual Dad! (Pause. Heydrich apparently hates the moniker the good people of Prague have bestowed on him. lofty precipice from which mine honor falls! She was wearing a long burgundy velour three-quarter sleeve zip bathrobe with a thick vertical white stripe down the center, surrounding the zipper. Thus let us hope for no advantage, either from his transgression or from my grief, since, to punish me. then] betray my cause, and do nothing for me? When I was little, my mother used to shake me awake in the middle of the night yelling, It was time to go.. I understand your trepidation in repeating it. a weak and divided person who stood in adoring awe of your singleness, of your strength. Now I, on the other hand, love my unofficial title precisely because Ive earned it. ii. Its funny. I never got to have a mother, but Myrcella did. A Christmas Carol - Drama. (beat). .no, worse than tigresses . endobj You say you love me, but doesnt love mean being available to a person? Ah, ah the fire! I hope that, whoever you are, you escape this place. I was there when this wonderful person drifted into this world, and I was there when she drifted out. It would appear he has done everything in his power to earn it. Some of us blow up our homes . However interesting as the thought may be, it makes not one bit of difference to how you feel. and how invoke my Sire?Shall I declare that from a loving wifeTo her dear lord I bear them? All monologues must be from published plays (no musicals; no film/TV scripts; no original material). I cannot blink what I saw, Abigail, for my enemies will not blink it. Watch the movie 2014 (Colin Farrell)|2005 (Royal Shakespeare Company)Timestamp: 1:14 2:45. Because I cant. Swimming for the coach. I was afraid hed show up and embarrass me. I have cardigans. 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 . 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. Sometimes Im less than human, I know this, but I cant control it. Is it freedom or truth? Now, if one were to determine what attribute the German people share with a beast, it would be the cunning and the predatory instinct of a hawk. Im not crying for myself. Then you were still, so still. A monologue from the screenplay by Chap Taylor & Michael Tolkin. Isnt that true? Maybe this is the universes punishment for me being a piece of sh*t my entire life. The sound of your scream. My mom barely goes out. 1 0 obj I just sat there holding Shelbys hand while the sounds got softer and the beeps got farther apart until all was quiet. Really Really 7. 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. And I even will have moments when I wonder if the quiet was not better than all that death and hatred. My father sent me ten dollars every week, his lotto money. Oliver M. Sayler. FACING THE SUN He was only a few feet away now, my father. But that morning, I knew that rule was about to be broken. No animals have survived. Wait for what?! Believe me. . Youre sheltering enemies of the state, are you not? I wish I were a leather jacket guy, Tina. Out here, you turn towards the pain as it tears into you.
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