All my instruments are gone. No more walking over bridges. My mom barely goes out. Now, hold on, Mr. Potter. Read the play here Folger|Loves Labours Lost in Plain & Simple English, Watch the movie 2000 (Matthew Lillard)|1985 (David Warner). Im back. Yes, freedom has fangs. 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? SOUND OF MUSIC - Young Adult Female - Dramatic SOUND OF MUSIC - Maria tells Captain Von Trapp how to show love to his children. Your last roar of passion before you settle into your emeritus years. Thats called courage! But it isnt true. Without exception, I knew. I lie in bed and stare at the canopy and imagine ways of killing my enemies. I was alone with Mary. But then I would wake up and the voice would start all over again. And with an ax, too! Yeah, you know what I mean Leather jackets. Theres these moments that shape our lives, moments you have no control over. All sins, except a sin against itself, Love should forgive. What have I got Harry, hmm? Oh Mother, a girl doesnt get diphtheria in the back of her knees, why so fainthearted? God!How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,Seem to me all the uses of this world!Fie ont! A monologue from the play by Daniel Pearle. 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! Im trying to move beyond it, sometimes I even think I have, but mostly Im not a very good human being. One contemporary piece written after 1950. What, do you tremble? Lavinia, come,He cuts their throatsReceive the blood: and when that they are deadLet me go grind their bones to powder smallAnd with this hateful liquor temper it;And in that paste let their vile heads be baked.Come, come, be every one officiousTo make this banquet; which I wish may proveMore stern and bloody than the Centaurs feast.So, now bring them in, for Ill play the cook,And see them ready gainst their mother comes. I have given you a home, child, I have put clothes upon your backnow give me upright answer: your name in the townit is entirely white, is it not? (Bill gets painfully up from his chair, kisses his hand and places it on Amsterdams forehead) God bless you. Brienne the Beauty they called me. What are you aware of? But it had never touched me. (Pause) Jake wanted to be Snow White for Halloween. Imagining a life without her doesnt excite me, it just makes me anxious. Not even my parents. I suddenly found I couldnt write any more. I added it up, and knew that I had lost her. We would lunch someplace while shopping. It reminded me how genuinely romantic I was, how I had so much hope in things, and now its like, I dont believe in anything that relates to love. Just kind of f***ed up, and selfish. Each day is more gray than the one before. 1883 2. And I dont feel sad, either. Rats were the cause of the bubonic plague, but thats some time ago. But those are not the crimes Im being tried for. That should not be up to anyone else. But to be honest I feel like the real opportunities are the ones that fall into your lap. Bleed until its dark. So I cut out the eye that looked away. 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. He who least regardsSuch brainsick fantasies lives most at ease. And I had said, you know, we could talk about it. Your father made you believe otherwise. Youre not gonna do anything stupid like leaving me. What that felt like. Then I saw him sitting on the bench along third base. (He half-laughs, a little embarrassed.) Im supposed to set goals and maybe take night classes that will expand my horizons. Tis true I have not shedBlood as I might have done, in oceans, tillMy name became the synonym of deathA terror and a trophy. endobj You have no idea what that means. 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 . Im somebody now, Harry. 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. Your fathers gone, youre gone. Running since 2008, The Desert Monologues has seen countless Dubai actors (and non-actors) step onto our stage and into the spotlight. Tartuffe is not of this stamp, I know. 1 Min. Just let me help you, Gavin. Of course, there are a couple of intense dramatic monologues from Shakespeare. ), Isnt that right? I look back on the way I was then, a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. Professional profile for Charles Martinez an actor, voice-over, singer, playwright, casting director, director, producer, marketing/business, stage manager, musical . you know, Youre the worst mom in the entire world and I wish you were dead . I wish I could share that I wish, that everyone, if only for one moment, could feel that awe, and humility, and hope. Not because of the sweets, I dont really like sweetsbut because Id knowId know in my heart, that if I hadnt been there, not all of them would have been there. And if its not okay its not the end. I love you. The power-hungry Lady Macbeth will not be ignored. Its terrifying. An inch it is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. I feel my spirit divided into two portions; if my courage is high, my heart is inflamed [with love]. She refuses to take Martinas baby, Sofia, should Martina die, because she prefers to remain focused on her education. That first morning she was there, I was eating breakfast with a few of my siblings when my new stepmom walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. %PDF-1.5 Trans. I just feel so . They couldnt keep the game going any longer. 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. In case of emergency. I understand your trepidation in repeating it. And when the next pitch bounced between the catchers legs and into home screen, I slid home to win the game. Hitting her in the face. Yet, theyre both rodents, are they not? by Victor Hugo I know Ill sleep all the better. A monologue from the play by Luigi Pirandello. Who knows what the tide could bring? But it also gave her anxiety because it meant that in the good times, there would be bad times. I propose to you any disease a rat could spread, a squirrel could equally carry. does it not show too clearly over whom thou art destined to reign? They are no pretenders to virtue. If you are too weak, you will be eaten. Its gonna make ya proud one day I promise you. The love of your life? Find Your Monologue Below! It wakes me up. But I think I bore you. . Thus I stand revengedGo, crown some other with a prophets woe.Lookl it is he, it is Apollos selfRending from me the prophet-robe he gave.God! . those bigots whose sacrilegious and deceitful grimaces impose on others with impunity, and who trifle as they like with all that mankind holds sacred; those men who, wholly given to mercenary ends, trade upon godliness. if Chimne ever has Rodrigo for a husband, my hope is dead and my spirit, is healed. 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. tis an unweeded garden,That grows to seed; things rank and gross in naturePossess it merely. All come to this? A great man. 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. I might add, also, that any information that makes the performance of my duty easier will not be met with punishment. (Beat.) I married a Wall Street lawyer. Monologue. Its murder. The concept is absurd. Ist not you?Ist not your high preferment? Hark! I wouldnt bring another one of you sons into this world! But I still refused to acknowledge him. repose] this day depends upon it. The monologue database serves the singular purpose of organizing monologues on the web and . Hell no. Maybe this is the universes punishment for me being a piece of sh*t my entire life. I cant tell if youre coming or going. Everybody likes me. It was on the day of my college graduation. I come in early. Its good. For the drama lies all in thisin the conscience that I have, that each one of us has. . Here are her. Well, now, let me see. A monologue from the play by Lope De Vega. And it was it was it was leading me home. Polo shirts. by Oscar Wilde. MONOLOGUES Two contrasting monologues - both contemporary - presented in English We define "contemporary" as anything written from around 1900 to now. He left. You do love me, and I love you, too. 10 Short Comedic Monologues for Your 90-Second Musical Theatre Audition : PerformerStuff More Good Stuff It appears that you are outside of North America. For I cannot persuade you, Violante, that I hate you from simply listening to you, when I hardly know you. <> And we go through the same routine every time. Ten years. O,I followd that I blush to look upon:My very hairs do mutiny; for the whiteReprove the brown for rashness, and they themFor fear and doting. (She turns and looks upon the palace door. Have I then lived so long only for this disgrace? I just dont get it. I dont f***ing care! Because this isnt a convention weekend with your secretary, is it? And by that time I was furious because of those axes, you see and so I say to them: I was chasing you, you scoundrels and you didnt go. Thats the only good option. Sometimes she goes a whole week. Besides, this DuncanHath borne his faculties so meek, hath beenSo clear in his great office, that his virtuesWill plead like angels, trumpet-tongud, againstThe deep damnation of his taking-off;And pity, like a naked new-born babe,Striding the blast, or heavens Cherubins, horsdUpon the sightless couriers of the air,Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,That tears shall drown the wind. I realized as a woman how lucky I was. Doesnt it make them better customers? I think you think Im weak. Rehabilitated? Until theyre so old and broken-down that You know how long it takes a workin man to save five thousand dollars? Around my kneesMy children hang, and weep their mother lost:These too lament their mistress now no more.This is the scene of misery in my house:Abroad, the nuptials of Thessalias youthAnd the bright circles of assembled damesWill but augment my grief: neer shall I bearTo see the loved companions of my wife.And if one hates me, he will say, BeholdThe man, who basely lives, who dared not die,But, giving through the meanness of his soulHis wife, avoided death, yet would be deemedA man: he hates his parents, yet himselfHad not the spirit to die. These ill reportsCleave to me: why then wish for longer life,On evil tongues thus fallen, and evil days? For your gifts,I will return them all; and I do wishThat I could make you full executorTo all my sins that I could toss myselfInto a grave as quickly: for all thou art worthIll not shed one tear more Ill burst first. Is that supposed to be some sort of compensation? I have ice in my glass And Ive lost her all over again. 10 Short Dramatic Monologues for Your 90-Second Musical Theatre Audition : PerformerStuff More Good Stuff It appears that you are outside of North America. All monologues must be from published plays (no musicals; no film/TV scripts; no original material). We had a bit of a meltdown. 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. 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. The Long Goodbye, was that it? What I am is a survivor. And when I look back at it, you know, just, its like she lied to me. (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. . Whataburger with double meat, double cheese, bacon, mayo, lettuce, tomato, whatasize fries, and whatasized coke. Men are supposed to be made of steel or something. I had to test it, you know? 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. (Pause. One that will never die. There isnt enough pity to go round. A monologue from the play by Lisa dAmour. NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from Plays by August Strindberg, v. 1. I know why you made that vow to your father. I have that now. Unfortunately, because of copyright restrictions, we cannot sell to persons in your country. And I understand it less than when I first cast eyes on this place. There are also several of the most popular American plays in the history of stage represented on this list of female monologues. Never! What can it not?Yet what can it when one cannot repent?O wretched state! A nobody. Far from the cities that have paved the world away, and the farms which had turned it into a resource. I do what I like, I dont like it. LOVE, LOSS, AND WHAT I WORE 2. And it just started, like, this avalanche of sh*t, about maybe I deserve it. I stayed alive. Here she is talking to a detective about the crime. The scar is all I have left of you. Because Im aware what tremendous feats human beings are capable of once they abandon dignity. So he can learn a little more . 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. I killed my family. Electric blue. Why here, youre all businessmen here. 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? 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. Some of our partners may process your data as a part of their legitimate business interest without asking for consent. O, the cry did knockAgainst my very heart. LUKA. I didnt want your son, Michael! Yes, it had begun that early. Those brown eyes. He gave me this, you know. Out of Water 9. That night, I was asleep and you came in and jumped on top of me, with the receipt. It would be at a caf where we would have salad and like it. You will live to watch your daughter rot, to watch that beautiful face collapse to bone and dust all the while contemplating the choices youve made. Have fun preparing for your . I am not yet divorced, Im being investigated by the FBI, Im carrying the child of another man and Im not really a junkie. But tell that to the inmates who are kept in cages and told that they dont have any rights at all. Its a path made of principle that leads to character.
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