Really Really 7. I think you think Im weak. Cos when Im an old man, you know what? . How shall I bearTo enter here? . He was only a few feet away now, my father. . A monologue from the screenplay by Paddy Chayefsky. A time, methinks, too shortTo make a world-without-end bargain in.No, no, my lord, your grace is perjured much,Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this:If for my love, as there is no such cause,You will do aught, this shall you do for me:Your oath I will not trust; but go with speedTo some forlorn and naked hermitage,Remote from all the pleasures of the world;There stay until the twelve celestial signsHave brought about the annual reckoning.If this austere insociable lifeChange not your offer made in heat of blood;If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weedsNip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,But that it bear this trial and last love;Then, at the expiration of the year,Come challenge me, challenge me by these deserts,And, by this virgin palm now kissing thineI will be thine; and till that instant shutMy woeful self up in a mourning house,Raining the tears of lamentationFor the remembrance of my fathers death.If this thou do deny, let our hands part,Neither entitled in the others heart. 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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. A monologue from the tv series created by Taylor Sheridan. But Im done. 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. tis an unweeded garden,That grows to seed; things rank and gross in naturePossess it merely. ), I dont know if it was a girl dressed like a guy or a guy dressed like a girl dressed like a guy. And the future, John Lennon probably put it best. Youre selfish, do you know that? For although in my arrogance I swore to fall out of love, it is not as easy as falling in love. In a way, I put all my romanticism into that one night, and I was never able to feel all this again. But there are too many scruples, and my reason is alarmed at the contempt of a choice so worthy; although to monarchs only my [proud] birth may assign me, Rodrigo, with honor I shall live under thy laws. I imagine shes your favorite. Shirley Valentine review, Duke of York's Theatre: Sheridan Smith stars Post navigation. An example of data being processed may be a unique identifier stored in a cookie. and hear your playmates calling you, Johnny, Johnny! How it went through me, just to hear your name called! Then chose to protect me. Id like to help you out with that myself, if thats all right with you. . My own flesh was on fire. 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. In law school, I changed my name to sound more New England.. But you know black kids dont really do that, do they? But where our conclusions differ, is I dont consider the comparison an insult. (Undine realizes the addicts are eavesdropping and finds herself including them in her confessional.). London: George Bell & Sons, 1898. I was gonna get sick, or get injured or something. about long-term improvement and adaptive skills for the real world and all that sh*t. Drama Acting Artistic Review - New York University Im alone. Now you may think that you are too damaged and too broken to allow yourself to be happy, but you can choose differently Simon. Running since 2008, The Desert Monologues has seen countless Dubai actors (and non-actors) step onto our stage and into the spotlight. Which means I married someone who lives in a world where, when a man comes to the edge of things, he has to commit to staying there and living there. endobj All I know is the more we look back wondering what might have been, the less were living for today. Our age offers us abundant and glorious examples, my brother. I mean, just what am I striving to create anyway? PIeasures, farewell, and all ye thriftless minutesWherein false joys have spun a weary life.To these my fortunes now I take my leave.Thou, precious Time, that swiftly ridst in postOver the world, to finish up the raceOf my last fate, here stay thy restless course,And hear to ages that are yet unbornA wretched, woeful womans tragedy.My conscience now stands up against my lustWith depositions charactered in guilt,And tells me I am lost: now I confessBeauty that clothes the outside of the faceIs cursd if it be not clothed with grace.Here like a turtle (mewed up in a cage)Unmated, I converse with air and walls,And descant on my vile unhappiness.O Giovanni, that hast had the spoilOf thine own virtues and my modest fame,Would thou hadst been less subject to those starsThat luckless reigned at my nativity:O would the scourge due to my black offenceMight pass from thee, that I alone might feelThe torment of an uncontrolled flame.That man, that blessed friar,Who joined in ceremonial knot my handTo him whose wife I now am, told me oftI trod the path to death, and showed me how.But they who sleep in lethargies of lustHug their confusion, making Heaven unjust,And so did I.Forgive me, my good genius, and this onceBe helpful to my ends. 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Like, somehow this night took things away from me and I expressed them to you, and you took them with you! Pick a dramatic one. And made me colorblind. Maybe killing this man will get my eyes back. And will only continue to be this way. I cant even keep you out of my bed. Someday all the trees in the world will have fallen. and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. ii. I still dont understand it. (Pause.) Thats what preserves the order of things. You neednt try to deceive me. Therefore proceed. Everybody likes me. And thou, glorious instrument of my exploits, but yet a useless ornament of an enfeebled body numbed by age [lit. And I dont feel sad, either. And when I look back at it, you know, just, its like she lied to me. We must never lose it or give it away. She was a schoolteacher named Mary May. However, feel free to browse tips and download any public domain (free) monologues on our site. Why are you silent? I cant tell if youre coming or going. The world gets colder week by week as the world slowly dies. Of course it f***ing is! He kneels. self-control. After having conquered two kings, couldst thou fail in obtaining a crown? You know, I want to kill them! I have to sleep with one eye open, and I only got one eye, right? Im forty-seven. Im gonna see what you do. Then continues.) . . No one will ever see it! then the other they go down on their knees, as if to implore me for mercy. . The doctors. They never censure the doings of others; they think there is too much pride in such censure; and leaving lofty words to others, they only reprove our actions by their own virtue. I wouldnt bring another one of you sons into this world! I dont feel things for people anymore. He spared me because he wanted me to live in shame. 2 0 obj Apparently. Why keep fighting? Oh, I suppose I am sick. We all looked at each other then back at Mary as she happily made her way to the stove to put on the kettle. I feel completely safe with you. 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. . Im your wife, damn it! (Pause) In my village at home it is the exceptional man who can even read a newspaper or who ever sees a book at all. It rides on the bus with me to work. Text Business Studies. More precisely, a German soldier. Remember? (Detective doesnt answer.) I gotta live with that. . for how many sorrows [lit. But I chose to find out.. I wanna try to talk some sense to him tell him the way things are. None of the boys noticed how mulish and tall I was. I hurt myself, It doesnt hurt. How would I know? I only know the killer was black. A monologue from the screenplay by Joe Penhall. . I wake up and I think.again? I cant keep you out of this house. Your last roar of passion before you settle into your emeritus years. This is your great winter romance, isnt it? Even though there was no reason to hope. I remember how different became dangerous. You lied to me . Professional profile for Charles Martinez an actor, voice-over, singer, playwright, casting director, director, producer, marketing/business, stage manager, musical . That little voice. The scar is all I have left of you. stream Because of this thing tomorrow. . I think youre used to the type of guys who push people around and Im not that type of person. Karen is premenopausal. 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? 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. They wondered aloud who belonged to those people. now [lit. She said he was being a baby, that he didnt deserve a costume at all. by Victor Hugo LUKA. FACING THE SUN I had to keep breathing. Granted, I didnt realize until later what waxing and waning implied. I will go home and much of what I will have to say will seem strange to the people of my village. What do you call this house?Is this your palace? 46 Monologues That Are Perfect for College Auditions You dont get it: I cling to Karen; I cling to her. Sarah, Sarah 3. Hes come to the crossroads. Electric blue. I had never been so happy. made me think about how everyone lies. Until today. No more walking over bridges. Im supposed to set goals and maybe take night classes that will expand my horizons. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me?What wheels? 2. O cruel remembrance of my bygone glory! But Im so grateful that she was with me on that island. 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. But I didnt mind, no, I didnt mind until I overheard a group of my friends making crass unkind comments about my family. The other thing about depression is it kind of collapses time. They shoved each other and threatened to duel when they thought it was their turn to dance. are you all afraid?Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal,And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell!Thou hadst but power over his mortal body,His soul thou canst not have; therefore be gone.Foul devil, for Gods sake, hence, and trouble us not;For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,Filld it with cursing cries and deep exclaims.If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.O, gentlemen, see, see! I always knew what the right path was. A monologue from the tv series created by Vince Gilligan. STILL LIFE 9. But I never took it. 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. And upon that sand a new god will walk. . I do them, but why should I? Fear. It were to dieBefore my hour, to live in dread of death,Tracing revolt; suspecting all about me,Because they are near; and all who are remote,Because they are far. 84 Dramatic Monologues For Women (Powerful & Emotional Pieces), Disclaimer: Some of the articles on Mighty Actor include affiliate links to sites like Amazon, Skillshare, and others. . Not a carpenter. But I couldnt leave. See, he could have took and bought him a can of shoe polish and got him a rag. Whose greeting renders my returnDelightful? What do you know? Mom and I would shop together at the places that moms and daughters go a department store, an outlet mall, the flea market. If Id known you were going to make my dress as long as that Id rather have stayed thirteen. . I knew it then. Hes gone; and on his finger bears my signet,Which is to him a sceptre. What are the chances of that really? One that will never die. Ah, ah the fire! from my mother?My courage fails, now know I what to speak,Pouring libations on my fathers tomb.Or shall I pray, as holy wont enjoins,That to the senders of these chaplets, heRequital may accord, ay! When I was ten I started getting sharp pains in my side and had to be taken to the doctors. London: J.M. It will be just like all the other times youve left, only this time, youre already packed. Watch the showhttps://youtu.be/id1zNMvAQ0U, A monologue from the tv series created by Chris Van Dusen. Every inch but one. (Shouting over her) I LIVE THE ANSWER! It will be met with reward. Dramatic Monologue - A-Level Music - Marked by Teachers.com I married a Wall Street lawyer. Why did I fail? The candy man gonna get him a bigger wagon and another five pound of sugar. We believe this conscience to be a single thing, but it is many-sided. They are no pretenders to virtue. But am I the criminal mastermind who pulled off a series of violent murders? This monologue is extremely self-aware. 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. You cant do that. The fact is that no item of clothing has ever moved me in any way except one. 7 Monologues from Musicals You Need to Check Out - ActorsCareerGuide.com Each night is darker, beyond darkness. The 61-year-old actor was joined by his wife, Laura Louie, 55 . He cant see past his nose. I think cities have weakened us as a species. Female Theatre Monologues for Teens Dry Land (Ruby Rae Speigel) Ester: I've been sleeping in my swimsuit. At times it will seem that nothing changes at all and then again the sudden dramatic events which make history leap into the future. In my dreams. 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. Read the play here Folger|No Fear Shakespeare, Watch the movie 1995 (Ian McKellen)|1956 (Laurence Olivier). That cannot be up to anyone else. People around me say it automatically in response to how are you doing? . I was meant to burn there, with everything else. If a rat were to scamper through your front door, right now, would you greet it with hostility? ah fie! Between them, the death of a father has interposed so little hatred, that the duty of blood with regret pursues him. This bridal is fatal to me, I fear it, and [yet] I desire it; I dare to hope from it only an incomplete joy; my honor and my love have for me such attractions. Good-bye, grandfather, they said and they went away back home to Russia . (Smiling) Oh, you got a murderous rage in you, and I like it. Can you tell me what it is? And I had it killed because this must all end! I cant believe were actually going! Female Monologues from Plays Male Monologues from Plays Teen Monologues from Plays 1 2 3 14 All Monologues . Today, it is headed in another. Youre sucking all my energy up in your silence. %PDF-1.5 It made me feel cold, like if love wasnt for me!. 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? The time when we went out and had dinner, and I saw you looking at the guy at the bar wearing a leather jacket. 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? I've been sleeping in my swimsuit. Its life, boiling up inside of you. Im trying to move beyond it, sometimes I even think I have, but mostly Im not a very good human being. Are you getting a divorce? But there are so many places it would never occur to a hawk to hide. I have this thing about not seeing people in the flesh. (The play Still Life is part of the anthology Special Days). And others of us . Something thats unholy and evil. 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. Im damned if Im gonna stand here and have you tell me youre in love with somebody else! Do you know the campground is only twelve miles away from here? endobj At that point I panicked. 3 0 obj Im not a judge or jury. Yesterday, my life was headed in one direction. . has known how] to render me unworthy of it. Which way shall I turn? I realized as a woman how lucky I was. Your purpose, right? What sensation do you get when I do that?Nothing! And I am no murderer. telling me my dads gonna be all right. I wake up with it. . Twelve years old and ashamed of my old man. . Detroit 11. 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? take up piano; Im taking piano. The opposite side to you. I Ate The Divorce Papers is a comedic monologue under two minutes from the play Goodbye Charles by Gabriel Davis. But somebody told me it was important so here it goes. Makers of men; creators of leaders; be careful what kind of leaders youre producin here.