Last week. I admit it, sometimes I use excessive force. I told everyone my family died in a fire, and I came to accept it as true. Each finger, my palms, my thumbs. As big as mountains. 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 a coward. Im his only living child, so he wanted to make a good match for me. Oh Mother, a girl doesnt get diphtheria in the back of her knees, why so fainthearted? Thats my life now. When I was ten I started getting sharp pains in my side and had to be taken to the doctors. 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Your daughter is a beauty too. cos I was never gonna get off that island. Small portions, no fast food. Awesome songs to use for musical theatre or opera auditions. That night, I was asleep and you came in and jumped on top of me, with the receipt. Thats it. Sir, I desire you do me right and justice;And to bestow your pity on me: forI am a most poor woman, and a stranger,Born out of your dominions; having hereNo judge indifferent, nor no more assuranceOf equal friendship and proceeding. It doesnt seem possible. Fairies and. Here are some predecessors that stand out: 1. Im back. Well my name is Tyler-May. Who sent me to it?Who hath the honour to advance VittoriaTo this incontinent college? But that wasnt your lovers way, was it? for how many sorrows [lit. This penitential robe will keep. But, you know I would be bullshitting. We and our partners use cookies to Store and/or access information on a device. Herehere go a quarter. Help, angels! Perform two, contrasting monologues. This monologue is extremely self-aware. Believe me. 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. Id like to help you out with that myself, if thats all right with you. Shall I listen to thee still, pride of my birth, that makest a crime out of my passions? 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. Well, yknow, Ill tell you what there is about me. Michael, you are blind. We were leaving Texas, entering the Indian territory and redefining our meaning of unknown. But Im so grateful that she was with me on that island. Tis I:Do you know me now? We had a bit of a meltdown. Is this the journey I was meant to be on? Pick a dramatic one. And I had it killed because this must all end! And I find that reassuring. Every inch but one. intimacy of it embarrasses me. New York: Brantanos, 1922. A monologue from the screenplay by Richard Linklater, Julie Delpy, & Ethan Hawke. It is wider, larger, more human than a woman's. Women think that they are making ideals of men. There is one for this person, and another for that. Pray you, look not sad,Nor make replies of loathness: take the hintWhich my despair proclaims; let that be leftWhich leaves itself: to the sea-side straightway:I will possess you of that ship and treasure.Leave me, I pray, a little: pray you now:Nay, do so; for, indeed, I have lost command,Therefore I pray you: Ill see you by and by. So busted. But there isnt nothin like the sight of an amputated spirit; there is no prosthetic for that. Its funny. Look my hands are black, and no washing will clean them. But already such a bright little girl! Now I wish you would tell mewhy didnt it happen between us? (Pause.) A monologue from the screenplay by Lily and Lana Wachowski. And how Irushed to the window to watch you jump the porch railing! I didnt think she was actually gonna go. Now, my job dictates that I must have my men enter your home and conduct a thorough search before I can officially cross your familys name off my list. It belongs to someone who has yet to come. The talks about . So, some of us try to regain unconsciousness. THE BELLES OF THE MILL 20 Dramatic Monologues For Women From Tv-Shows 1. Why have you made my dress so long, Mother? My own flesh was on fire. Im your wife, and I wanna stand beside you. Then again, I blame pretty much everything on that, my weight, my addiction to television, my inability to spell. My impotence set in a year ago. We love whom we love. NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from The Dramatic Works of Molire, Vol. . I will count every minute that the kids are away from here, away from you, as a victory. Screaming at her. Text 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. It wasnt even his to prot from, yet he still gave everything to that godd*mn store. You do love me, and I love you, too. Ive worn a mask every day of my life. You cant do that. Then you were still, so still. (Pause.) 2 0 obj Summer And Smoke 7. There are also several of the most popular American plays in the history of stage represented on this list of female monologues. 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. Shes so beautiful. This high rank becomes [lit. then] betray my cause, and do nothing for me? Id only trip on it now! CONTENTS . Now I have come to the crossroads in my life. And then they all started to laugh. Rather, I shouldnt say suddenly. Nay, then,if these things are pleasing to the gods,when I have suffered my doom,I shall come to know my sin; but if the sinis with my judges, I could wish themno fuller measure of evil than they,on their part, mete wrongfully to me. STILL LIFE 9. Each monologue must be under 90 seconds in length. He is worthy of me, but he belongs to Chimne; the present which I made of him [to her], injures me. and perhaps for it I will be butchered in my bed some night by the servants of empire . A son! And, uh, manipulated me. The Jew Hunter. . Manage Settings Watch the movie 2014 (Colin Farrell)|2005 (Royal Shakespeare Company)Timestamp: 1:14 2:45. By day, the dead impaled on spikes along the road. Dont stare too long. One classical monologue from a play written before 1950 with an emphasis on heightened language. Just . I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing; how the sun was shining; if it rained. Mary, I said. In case of emergency. Sal becomes embarrassed.). Theres these moments that shape our lives, moments you have no control over. But it did sound a lot calmer than the way I would describe it. <> I mean, just what am I striving to create anyway? Your purpose, right? The Hershey Theatre will only permit bags 5"x8"x1" or smaller, which includes hand clutches, wristlets and small purses. Why did I fail? You do whatever you want. Who knows? And I am no murderer. My second joyAnd first-fruits of my body, from his presenceI am barrd, like one infectious. When my daughter was taken from me, my only daughter well you cant imagine how that feels unless youve lost a child. Therefore proceed. There are no consequences there. the last] of his race; pass, to avenge me, into better hands! Because I 'always swear'. A monologue from the play by Luigi Pirandello. Its a hostile world, indeed. I cant stop laundering your money. And so it was it was leading me away from where I was supposed to be. And perhaps . Well, in my book he died a much richer man than youll ever be. But, O, what form of prayerCan serve my turn? I know. Did you hear that? And all my logic said that I would never see this place again. does it not show too clearly over whom thou art destined to reign? They gave us drugs, slitting our foreheads with razors so cocaine would go directly into the bloodstream. (Dolores touches his face, almost affectionate). A monologue from the tv series written by David Benioff & D.B. When I walk away and think I shall forget you, it turns out I am headed straight for love. Hark! . Our age offers us abundant and glorious examples, my brother. . We and our partners use cookies to Store and/or access information on a device. A monologue from the screenplay by JayCocks, Steven Zaillian, and Kenneth Lonergan. I never got to have a mother, but Myrcella did. A monologue from the screenplay by Alexander Payne & Jim Taylor. What excellent foolsReligion makes of men! . My lights are gone. The opposite side to you. I went to a real estate office. 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. And he said . All her clothes were gone. Im not a judge or jury. Judy Rude. Outta order. You lied to me . I do worry that hes a littlespoiled. that, in noble souls, worth alone ought to arouse passions; and, if my love sought to excuse itself, a thousand famous examples might sanction it. I know, I know, were not supposed to have favorites, but still were only human. 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. And if you cant work up a winter passion for me, the least I require is respect and allegiance! boiling?In leads or oils? and how invoke my Sire?Shall I declare that from a loving wifeTo her dear lord I bear them? (He half-laughs, a little embarrassed.) I dont know. If you are too weak, you will be eaten. But that morning, I knew that rule was about to be broken. It became the mystery of our street. That should not be up to anyone else. Why keep fighting? Why he ever started this cheap, penny-ante Building and Loan, Ill never know. self-control. I Ate The Divorce Papers is a comedic monologue under two minutes from the play Goodbye Charles by Gabriel Davis. 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. And if its an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now. I survived getting taunted by the N-word when I was in grade school. Do you know the campground is only twelve miles away from here? All lives, save loveless lives, true Love should pardon. It wakes me up. (Beat.) Dont scold, Mother darling. This ones on half an acre and uh, this one is older, but it has a really good view and the neighborhoods pretty. You dont like them. 44 Dramatic Monologues For Teens. We were no longer under the cloud of civilization. But slowly, your brain begins to erase every memory that ever brought you joy. Look at these walls. A monologue from the play by Tennessee Williams. Loud, overly eager, lugging picnic baskets filled with fragrant ghetto food . A monologue from the play by Lorraine Hansberry. But then I would wake up and the voice would start all over again. I havent kept a calendar for five years. And the drama, you will see, acquires a tremendous value from this point. And youre not medicated? A monologue from the screenplay by Hubert Selby Jr. & Darren Aronofsky. It wasnt much but it was twenty-five cents more than he had. But here? I have to sleep with one eye open, and I only got one eye, right? Im forty-seven. Why? Always food. now [lit. 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. I was gonna die there, totally alone. Where criminality is confused with mental health? Within a year there were fires on the ridges and deranged chanting. Tis thouHast sold me to this novice, and my heartMakes only wars on thee. Only sky above us now. A great lumbering beast. destiny has allowed that love should continue even between two enemies. Each day is more gray than the one before. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time. It was a son Michael! No one will refuse them this title. 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! Why are you silent? I perforce obeyThe powers that be. But I didnt mind, no, I didnt mind until I overheard a group of my friends making crass unkind comments about my family. But sometimes. "The Young Girl and the Monsoon" by James Ryan. Then get out. I screamed and cried, but he held his knife to my throat and said hed kill me, too, if I made one more sound. Ive googled it so many times. At each point of intersection, each encounter suggests a new potentialdirection. 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. Not a carpenter. And thou, glorious instrument of my exploits, but yet a useless ornament of an enfeebled body numbed by age [lit. But those phrases were invented by professors at universities. The consent submitted will only be used for data processing originating from this website. Every day, all day. What have I got Harry, hmm? 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. Can you live there, Gavin? She died when she was 39 years old. (Shouting over her) I LIVE THE ANSWER! Ive come to ask you for another three days time, at least, in order to forget you. You put me on that stupid Weight Watchers Diet. Just a minute just a minute. I thought about having him crush your daughters skull. I found the letters you wrote to him as a child, and I read them. 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. Have I then lived so long only for this disgrace? A monologue from the screenplay by Paddy Chayefsky. What I did was awful, and Im so sorry. Dramatic Monologue for Adult Male. Just because something is not perfect does not make it any less worthy of love. Whataburger with double meat, double cheese, bacon, mayo, lettuce, tomato, whatasize fries, and whatasized coke. T here is a theory that in the course of human prehistory, hunter-gatherers sung before they spoke. Oh, really? said], that the choice of [a warrior of] such rare merit should cost my passion such great anguish? It struck me as amusing. I got no one to care for. I didnt want your son, Michael! . Here, he has come home for a while, and she tells him what she thinks of his being an absentee father. 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. 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.