I would torture you to death just for writing a story like that, let alone acting it out! Within a year there were fires on the ridges and deranged chanting. These forces that often remake time and space, that can shape and alter who we imagine ourselves to be, begin long before we are born and continue after we perish. . . Can you live there, Gavin? Making you want to leave again? A monologue from the screenplay by Quentin Tarantino, Monsieur LaPadite, are you aware of the nickname the people of France have given me? It had never placed it rotten finger on my heart. Why did you come almost close enoughand no closer? We never owned anything. I have been studying how I may compareThis prison where I live unto the world;And, for because the world is populousAnd here is not a creature but myself,I cannot do it. Yet Ill hammer it out.My brain Ill prove the female to my soul,My soul the father, and these two begetA generation of still-breeding thoughts,And these same thoughts people this little world,In humours like the people of this world;For no thought is contented. (Beat.) You speak with the best intention of his goodness, but I fear you are dazzled by false appearances. It wasnt much but it was twenty-five cents more than he had. 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? I couldnt bear to see her in another womans arms. Does my arm [i.e. View Bargaining by Kellie Powell Precisely. And I know you love me. I want you to know I understand, Even though were enemies, you and I, I understand the fury that drives you. 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 could be as good or as bad as I felt like being. <> A monologue from the play by John Webster. Tis foolishness, I ween,To overstep in aught the golden mean. 1 0 obj . That was the finest beating I ever took. Could it be for love? Hitting her in the face. Some one has to be kind, girl some one has to pity people! Come, Gaveston,And share the kingdom with thy dearest friend.Ah! (Rue lets out a big exhale. I dont know what to do. It said: This is the New World and in this world you can be whoever the f*** you want. 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? fires] in order to extinguish my own. But that wasnt your lovers way, was it? After having conquered two kings, couldst thou fail in obtaining a crown? 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. One 32-bar cut must be from the published musical theatre canon. Yet all thats left of them is bones in amber. (beat). Every scar, every flaw, every imperfection. 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. ), A monologue from the play by J. Thalia Cunningham. I turned back to look at your little body, a naked scrap of promise lying in the dust. Now you go and break off some stout branches! and they did so and I say: Now one of you lie down and let the other one flog him!, So they obey me and flog each other and then they began to implore me again. Retrogression even. Which way shall I turn? Why should a mortal man, the sport of chance,With no assured foreknowledge, be afraid?Best live a careless life from hand to mouth.This wedlock with thy mother fear not thou.How oft it chances that in dreams a manHas wed his mother! . But Ill tell you this. You know why? She was mine and you took her from me. What can it not?Yet what can it when one cannot repent?O wretched state! Oh Mother, a girl doesnt get diphtheria in the back of her knees, why so fainthearted? . The talks about . Pitiless fate, whose severity separates my glory and my desires! He cant see its all set up for him to do anything he want. Let me wear it a little longer, Mother! Until their children grow up and leave them? Shall I listen to thee, love, whose delicious power causes my desires to rebel against this proud tyrant? Khaki pants. Time undoes even the mightiest of creatures. But when you say it, Im looking at you, I believe you actually mean it. I hurt, dont you understand that? What you will find here are a small group of dramatic monologues we like that are handpicked for you. In case of emergency. Then I rose back up again with a full heart and buried him in his own blood He was the only man I ever killed worth remembering. Look at these walls. '42nd STREET' (Julian Marsh): "By tomorrow night I'll either have a live leading lady or a dead chorus girl" '42nd STREET' (Julian Marsh): "Sawyer, think of Broadway" '42nd STREET' (Julian Marsh): "All right, everybody gather around and listen to me" '42nd Street' (Dorothy Brock): "So you're going to take my place" 1 2 3 If the pilot had banked left instead of right, if the south had won the war in Vietnam, if the Russians hadnt beat us to the moon. He made you believe that you needed to be without fault in order to be loved. 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. It stirred sh*t up, you know? It whispers to me, They will not get away with it. Im not even allowed to have friends over because theyll interfere with her depression. . They are no pretenders to virtue. Its a reason to get up in the morning. At times it will seem that nothing changes at all and then again the sudden dramatic events which make history leap into the future. There, they find stardom and hope it will save them from the gallows. Manage Settings 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. Herehere go a quarter. We must never let them take it from us. Anyway, wed kinda been delaying the conversation and Halloween rolls around and Alex has a pirate outfit and a skeleton costume laid out for him on his bed and he asks, what about Snow White? Its a reason to lose weight, to fit in the red dress. Cos when Im an old man, you know what? So kneel down over here, please, so I can connect you to this battery. Dont destroy it! Now you may think that you are too damaged and too broken to allow yourself to be happy, but you can choose differently Simon. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you. Now youre supposed to be here, but youre gone at the same time, sort of like . Rides a motorcycle. . Professional profile for Charles Martinez an actor, voice-over, singer, playwright, casting director, director, producer, marketing/business, stage manager, musical . Till I saw a few of the boys snickering. They give me balls to squeeze, and fine motor tasks to practice. The roads are peopled by refugees towing carts and road gangs looking for fuel and food. meed of ill.Or, with no mark of honour, silently,For so my father perished, shall I pourThese offerings, potion to be drunk by earth,Then, tossing oer my head the lustral urn,(As one who loathd refuse forth has cast,)With eyes averted, back retrace my steps?Be ye partakers in my counsel, friends,For in this house one common hate we share.Through fear hide not the feelings of your heart;For what is destined waits alike the freeAnd him oermastered by anothers hand;If ye have aught more wise to urge, say on. See how they are chapped and bleeding I can never wear my clothes more than a few days because they smell of other peoples crimes At times I have the place fumigated with sulphur, but it does not help. Maybe this is the universes punishment for me being a piece of sh*t my entire life. Do you think I could ever win a womans love with this countenance so like a criminals? I just feel so . A few times a week, you know, they come in here and prod me. At least thats what I thought. On June 18, 1968, Britain's not-yet-five-year-old National Theatre premiered In His Own Write, a one-act, monologue adaptation of Beatle John Lennon . didnt have my medication . [Laughs.] And, uh, manipulated me. Does it not look as if the wall-paper itself had been soiled by every conceivable sin? You dont know what outta order is, Mr. Trask! Meanwhile, I endure an incredible torture; even up to this bridal. Jackson couldnt take it. Words that make me surfeit with delight!What greater bliss can hap to GavestonThan live and be the favourite of a king!Sweet prince, I come; these, these thy amorous linesMight have enforcd me to have swum from France,And, like Leander, gaspd upon the sand,So thou wouldst smile, and take me in thine arms.The sight of London to my exild eyesIs as Elysium to a new-come soul.Not that I love the city, or the men,But that it harbours him I hold so dear The king, upon whose bosom let me dieAnd with the world be still at enmity.What need the Arctic people love starlight,To whom the sun shines by both day and night?Farewell base stooping to the lordly peers!My knee shall bow to none but to the king.As for the multitude, that are but sparks,Rakd up in the embers of their poverty;Tanti, Ill fawn first on the windThat glanceth at my lips, and flieth away. Where does the hawk look? Others, the Great Plains. Far from the cities that have paved the world away, and the farms which had turned it into a resource. And you get to live again. And the future, John Lennon probably put it best. And I find that reassuring. To whom should I complain? . When I was ten I started getting sharp pains in my side and had to be taken to the doctors. No one will refuse them this title. O heaven! I remember the first time I saw it. No animals have survived. A monologue from the screenplay by the Wachowskis, I remember how the meaning of words began to change. Im a coward. To whom shall I addressMy speech? No one had such skill with his spear. La Sainte Courtisane. For although in my arrogance I swore to fall out of love, it is not as easy as falling in love. But, you know I would be bullshitting. You dont feel the cold at my age, specially not in the legs. Would you agree? If I were the man I was five years ago Id take a FLAME-THROWER to this place! I had power over nothing. Illusions, Mr. Anderson. . On April 3rd 1972, a C5A Galaxy transport plane with 243 infants, children, volunteers, and crew took off from Saigon as part of Operation Babylift. I wish I were a leather jacket guy, Tina. ye must be ruled with scythes, not sceptres,And mowd down like the grass, else all we reapIs rank abundance, and a rotten harvestOf discontents infecting the fair soil,Making a desert of fertility.Ill think no more. this affliction of love, and has never let go of me since, but kept on growing. Allow Necessary Cookies & Continue But I didnt. . (Pause.). Here, she starts out talking to Guy, an addict in the group, but expands her confessional to include everyone, finishing up with Guy, who might be the only person who can redeem her. Perhaps you feel, Violante, that I am too forward. Just let me help you, Gavin. . The following six two minute monologues are comedic, contemporary and for women. However, feel free to browse tips and download any public domain (free) monologues on our site. . Cos two wrongs dont make a right. Perform two, contrasting monologues. She doesnt wash her hair, and she has on the same outfit shes worn for three days, but she puts on lipstick! View And Turning, Stay by Kellie Powell Age Range: 16 - 20 Amy is in high school. I gotta live with that. 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. Watch the movie 1979 (Kate Nelligan)|2019 (Royal Shakespeare Company), 19 Dramatic Shakespeare Monologues For Men, 20 Comedic Shakespeare Monologues For Men, Disclaimer: Some of the articles on Mighty Actor include affiliate links to sites like Amazon, Skillshare, and others. Tis true I have not shedBlood as I might have done, in oceans, tillMy name became the synonym of deathA terror and a trophy. Where does it hurt? (then, pitiful) Just look what its done to you. 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. Poor souls, they perishd.Had I been any god of power, I wouldHave sunk the sea within the earth or ereIt should the good ship so have swallowd andThe fraughting souls within her. Thats five opportunities he done threw away. Im his only living child, so he wanted to make a good match for me. The sound of your scream. Out here, we swim horseback through rivers. Out here, love burns through you like a fever. and which in this insult has served me for show, and not for defence, go, abandon henceforth the most dishonored [lit. But then I would wake up and the voice would start all over again. Everything shorts out right there in my cockpit. I wish I could share that I wish, that everyone, if only for one moment, could feel that awe, and humility, and hope. . His name for me. Yes, I killed them. I dont know. What I did was awful, and Im so sorry. ) You dont realize how lucky you are. At least when you are gone, you are gone. Outta order. I was there when this wonderful person drifted into this world, and I was there when she drifted out. Well my name is Tyler-May. and hear your playmates calling you, Johnny, Johnny! How it went through me, just to hear your name called! When I was little, my mother used to shake me awake in the middle of the night yelling, It was time to go.. And it was the algae, right? Mary, every day really is a new day. It was time to go out fighting again. I watch them do this. I come home tomorrow and Im on the back of a milk carton. And so, naturally, when I hear that a child has been killed in a fashionin a fashion such as this Little Jesus thingyou know what? Did I feel that? No. I look back on the way I was then, a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. Tickets can be purchased online until the event start time. Drama Acting Artistic Review - New York University That night, I was asleep and you came in and jumped on top of me, with the receipt. There was no noise, no tremble. And then I recovered. The love of your life? For our full length productions you are asked to find your own monologue (can be from anything) between 30 seconds and 1 minute in length. Destiny, a former child soldier in Liberia, has come to the United States as an undocumented refugee. This ones on half an acre and uh, this one is older, but it has a really good view and the neighborhoods pretty. A monologue from the tv series written by Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Emerald Fennell, Suzanne Heathcote, & Laura Neal. Fear. Weiss. If one of Tims black students was angry with him, the black student would have shot Tim right there in the moment. That almost happened to me once, Mary. Id show you but Im too old; Im too tired; Im too f***in blind. what flaying? Monologues From Musicals For FemalesLouise decides to flee to Mexico Monologue Categories: Vulnerable monologues, angry . He spared me because he wanted me to live in shame. It never was. . tis an unweeded garden,That grows to seed; things rank and gross in naturePossess it merely. I know now that its over. I know why you made that vow to your father. If he could see that far hed look up and find twenty-five dollars in his pocket. And eventually, all you can think about is how life has always been this way. After this time, if tickets are still available, they can .