Yes honest peasants, both of them! The power-hungry Lady Macbeth will not be ignored. Maybe I deserve to get my ass left at a train station at one A.M. , you know? What do you really wanna know? Actually, it started happening last winter. 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! Oh, this one has three bedrooms. I feel this above all else. The IRA was nowhere near as scary as what had just happened to our lives. You know, like, leave me. When we returned, we found her side of the closet empty. I have merely the science of discerning truth from falsehood. Really? Belief, like fear or love, is a force to be understood as we understand the Theory of Relativity and Principles of Uncertainty: phenomenon that determine the course of our lives. Hitting her in the face. Read the play here Folger|Loves Labours Lost in Plain & Simple English, Watch the movie 2000 (Matthew Lillard)|1985 (David Warner). 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. Wait? *B U(%s7+Yl/= Look, perjured man, on herWhom thou and thy distracted lust have wronged.Thy sensual rage of blood hath made my youthA scorn to men and angels, and shall IBe now a foil to thy unsated change?Thou knowst, false wanton, when my modest fameStood free from stain or scandal, all the charmsOf Hell or sorcery could not prevailAgainst the honour of my chaster bosom.Thine eyes did plead in tears, they tongue in oathsSuch and so many, that a heart of steelWould have been wrought to pity, as was mine:And shall the conquest of my lawful bed,My husbands death urged on by his disgrace,My loss of womanhood, be ill rewardedWith hatred and contempt? Dramatic Monologue for Adult Male. At the law firm, I wore heels, makeup, and a wig. It wakes me up. There are comic monologues (laughs) and dramatic monologues (no laughs). No one had such skill with his spear. 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. 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. Remember? Why? must I see the count triumph over your splendor, and die without vengeance, or live in shame? To this day that bathrobe is the only piece of clothing I can actually see in my mind. A monologue from the play by Tristine Skyler. Lets talk about what youre feeling. You think youre merely sendin this splendid foot-soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say you are executin his SOUL!! In my dreams. What you will find here are a small group of dramatic monologues we like that are handpicked for you. A monologue from the play by Daniel Pearle. My father smiled at me and I smiled at him. When I walk away and think I shall forget you, it turns out I am headed straight for love. 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. And its constantly evolving and gaining complexity. The monologue database serves the singular purpose of organizing monologues on the web and . . Dartmouth. Be gone!Exit SCARUSO sun, thy uprise shall I see no more.Fortune and Antony part here; even hereDo we shake hands. And I have seen boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. It said: This is the New World and in this world you can be whoever the f*** you want. 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? Although the kid giving the monologue might not understand all the jokes, it's all in the delivery. They are so much the more dangerous in that they, in their bitter wrath, use against us those weapons which men revere; and their anger, which everybody lauds, assassinates us with a consecrated weapon. to safeguard thine own life,The best way is to venge my Gloucesters death. Shes obviously fine with his wearing anything, you know, around the apartment but she was convinced letting him trick-or-treat like that in the building . I mean Do I really care if a handful of my poems are read after Im gone? Do you think that youre the only one who doesnt get a visit? You turn that twenty-five cents into five dollars and you come and see me and Ill give you a job. But I think I bore you. In Memphis, talking to you. It was me. Cannibalism is the great fear. Well, yknow, Ill tell you what there is about me. Why he ever started this cheap, penny-ante Building and Loan, Ill never know. And that, my friends, is called integrity! I dont know. With all my heart, I love you. I might add, also, that any information that makes the performance of my duty easier will not be met with punishment. It rides on the bus with me to work. There, they find stardom and hope it will save them from the gallows. People were human beings to him, but to you, a warped, frustrated old man, theyre cattle. And Im Kelly Anne Baldwin, raised in Houston, daughter of Karen and Ed Baldwin. You neednt try to deceive me. It wasnt even his to prot from, yet he still gave everything to that godd*mn store. He looks in the barn, he looks in the attic, he looks in the cellar, he looks everywhere he would hide. And is that the America that this Court really wants to live in? what causeHath my behavior given to your displeasure,That thus you should proceed to put me off,And take your good grace from me? Ah, its not the same. When I was a girl, my father held a ball. for allThy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it.That thou betraydst Polixenes,twas nothing;That did but show thee, of a fool, inconstantAnd damnable ingrateful: nor wast much,Thou wouldst have poisond good Camillos honour,To have him kill a king: poor trespasses,More monstrous standing by: whereof I reckonThe casting forth to crows thy baby-daughterTo be or none or little; though a devilWould have shed water out of fire ere donet:Nor ist directly laid to thee, the deathOf the young prince, whose honourable thoughts,Thoughts high for one so tender, cleft the heartThat could conceive a gross and foolish sireBlemishd his gracious dam: this is not, no,Laid to thy answer: but the last,O lords,When I have said, cry woe! the queen, the queen,The sweetst, dearst creatures dead,and vengeance fortNot droppd down yet. Yes, I killed them. I think nature is really going to help. It hurts. And he said . the last] of his race; pass, to avenge me, into better hands! No matter what I do I dont feel anything. I. And others of us . Every day, all day. Theres some really nice options in your price range. . I may not always be right, but I stand on the right side. Men are supposed to be made of steel or something. You know 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. (Pause. Who the hell you think youre talkin to? Hell no. Bug Study 4. That these feelings were fixed and constant and would never end for the rest of my life. Why they hate us so much. I was given something wonderful, something that changed me forever A vision of the universe, that tells us, undeniably, how tiny, and insignificant and how rare, and precious we all are! My whole life. I buy what I want, I dont want it. You are Fraulein . I stand on the right side. Read the play here Folger|King Henry VIII In Plain & Simple English, Watch the movie The Tudors (2007)|The Six Wives of Henry VIII (1971). But I dont want you to. Some of our partners may process your data as a part of their legitimate business interest without asking for consent. 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 dont really think it matters what that thing is . Am I supposed to sit at home knitting and purling while you slink back like some penitent drunk? What an ignominious end that would have been. Step into the streets without looking and the carriage merely stops or swerves; the only consequence an angry driver. It was too damn hard. O, I have sufferedWith those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,Dashd all to pieces. So . O rage! fires? However, feel free to browse tips and download any public domain (free) monologues on our site. I tried to run away, but Renly Baratheon took me in his arms. . That almost happened to me once, Mary. Female Theatre Monologues for Teens Dry Land (Ruby Rae Speigel) Ester: I've been sleeping in my swimsuit. Its a path made of principle that leads to character. But I said, No babe, I had a salad and one of those meals, like 3 points and sh*t. And you just looked at me. In case of emergency. Read the play here English & Spanish Edition|Illustrated English Edition. I try to find ways to make myself feel something more and more and more it doesnt make any difference. Making you want to leave again? It was time to go out fighting again. You do love me, and I love you, too. . I just sat there holding Shelbys hand while the sounds got softer and the beeps got farther apart until all was quiet. But tell that to the inmates who are kept in cages and told that they dont have any rights at all. The cup was passed around for all of us to drink. O, the cry did knockAgainst my very heart. I hadn't seen him since we split up, not once. Which means that the promise of civil rights has never been fulfilled. Have I then lived so long only for this disgrace? for even nowI put myself to thy direction, andUnspeak mine own detraction, here abjureThe taints and blames I laid upon myselfFor strangers to my nature. He prodded me, forcing me to turn around, mixing your blood with mine. . I still dont understand it. New York: Brantanos, 1922. So he can learn a little more . for how many sorrows [lit. Ill show you outta order! How its a living thing. I will go home and much of what I will have to say will seem strange to the people of my village. (Undine realizes the addicts are eavesdropping and finds herself including them in her confessional.). We would lunch someplace while shopping. Tommy really does nothing but propose to me. Thats my life now. Says he doesnt want to be a skeleton, that her ideas are lazy, lazy ideaswho knows where he . Im lonely. A monologue from the screenplay by Woody Allen. I survived getting taunted by the N-word when I was in grade school. Cos when Im an old man, you know what? Its a reason to smile. If he could see that far hed look up and find twenty-five dollars in his pocket. Has a rat ever done anything to you to create this animosity you feel toward them? 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. . In high school, it was a smile that I faked to get boys to like me. Rats were the cause of the bubonic plague, but thats some time ago. 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. So, yknow what? She doesnt wash her hair, and she has on the same outfit shes worn for three days, but she puts on lipstick! I was the first person in the family to graduate from college. I know that. But, O, what form of prayerCan serve my turn? Well, now, let me see. She died when she was 39 years old. It all goes by so fast, Tom, I know. Id watch him from my window get swallowed up in the sea of Brooklyn fathers all beginning their day. (beat) It just kind of set something off in my head, you know? And then she ditches me. 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? That kids long gone and this old man is all thats left. And this great name of Cid, which thou hast just now won. O bosom black as deathO limed soul, that, struggling to be free,Art more engagd! Thats what Ive done, Ali. The love of your life? I realized as a woman how lucky I was. What excellent foolsReligion makes of men! Does it not look as if the wall-paper itself had been soiled by every conceivable sin? These can be the same as your pre-screening monologues or different. Just kind of f***ed up, and selfish. The Fuhrer and Goebbels propaganda have said pretty much the same thing. Youd rather be with someone who, I dunno, who wore leather jackets. It is so boring. I dont know what to do. 2 0 obj The river doesnt care if you can swim. Then we perceive that all of us was not in that act, and that it would be an atrocious injustice to judge us by that action alone, as if all our existence were summed up in that one deed.