dramatic musical theatre monologues

He gonna be digging a ditch the rest of his life. I dont know if Charlies silence here today is right or wrong. She says shed rather stay home and clean the apartment. I Ate The Divorce Papers is a comedic monologue under two minutes from the play Goodbye Charles by Gabriel Davis. For although in my arrogance I swore to fall out of love, it is not as easy as falling in love. I wanna talk to him. It all goes by so fast, Tom, I know. . And it sunk them in me. With all my heart, I love you. I turned back to look at your little body, a naked scrap of promise lying in the dust. Bug Study 5. A monologue from the tv series created by Vince Gilligan & Peter Gould, Hi. I mean the two of them were really getting into it. . A monologue from the play by Seth Kramer. At least a fireman. Of people who lay even the littlest fingeron children. A monologue from the tv series created by Ronald D. Moore, Matt Wolpert, and Ben Nedvi. 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. It stirred sh*t up, you know? We would lunch someplace while shopping. But you are aware of what they call me. If I were the man I was five years ago Id take a FLAME-THROWER to this place! Uh well, Ill tell ya, I remember this one time Im in a Banshee at night in combat conditions, so theres no running lights on the carrier. Our lives and our choices, like quantum trajectories, are understood moment to moment. I never had a son. I chose to love him. But I will teach and work and things will happen, slowly and swiftly. (then) Because this world doesnt belong to you. I survived the sexual abuse by my uncle when I was 11. .no, worse than tigresses . Go to a hotel, go live with her, but dont come back! After having conquered two kings, couldst thou fail in obtaining a crown? So you find yourself trying to remember the things that made you happy. Like that time, I came home. Then again, I blame pretty much everything on that, my weight, my addiction to television, my inability to spell. Ed. Dont stare too long. (Reading from a letter): My father is deceasd! But I couldnt leave. Its a path made of principle that leads to character. I always knew what the right path was. And I dont feel sad, either. Why he ever started this cheap, penny-ante Building and Loan, Ill never know. And when the devil comes to strip that love from you, there is no funeral or song or speeches that dull our senses and deaden our hearts. In high school, it was a smile that I faked to get boys to like me. I have done many a bad thing. 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 a Buster Brown store on Sheepshead Bay Road. Audition Monologues The monologues below cover a wide range of styles, ages, and genders. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.Even now I curse the day and yet I thinkFew come within the compass of my curse Wherein I did not some notorious ill,As kill a man or else devise his death,Ravish a maid or plot the way to do it,Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,Set deadly enmity between two friends,Make poor mens cattle break their necks,Set fire on barns and haystacks in the nightAnd bid the owners quench them with their tears.Oft have I digged up dead men from their gravesAnd set them upright at their dear friends door,Even when their sorrows almost was forgot,And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,Let not your sorrow die though I am dead.Tut , I have done a thousand dreadful thingsAs willingly as one would kill a flyAnd nothing grieves me heartily indeedBut that I cannot do ten thousand more. He took and threw it away. Khaki pants. I saw a dress lying in the grass and I thought I saw someone naked running through the trees. you know, Youre the worst mom in the entire world and I wish you were dead . A monologue from the play by Luigi Pirandello. 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. I know! . Youre not gonna do anything stupid like leaving me. NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from The Dramatic Works of Molire, Vol. And Im lookin down at a big, black ocean, so I flip on my map light, and then suddenly: zap. Your daughter is a beauty too. Im damned if Im gonna stand here and have you tell me youre in love with somebody else! 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. It was a girl. Pitiless fate, whose severity separates my glory and my desires! I only know the killer was black. Who sent me to it?Who hath the honour to advance VittoriaTo this incontinent college? And we are constantly adding more and more every week. Perhaps you feel, Violante, that I am too forward. In a way, I put all my romanticism into that one night, and I was never able to feel all this again. I want you to know I understand, Even though were enemies, you and I, I understand the fury that drives you. The power-hungry Lady Macbeth will not be ignored. They took Ruth while she was out buying food. 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. The following six two minute monologues are comedic, contemporary and for women. a beast, that wants discourse of reason,Would have mournd longermarried with my uncle,My fathers brother, but no more like my fatherThan I to Hercules: within a month:Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tearsHad left the flushing in her galled eyes,She married. It was an abortion, Michael! Oh, Michael. Remember? Yea, like some witch,She drugs the cup of wrath, that slays her lord,With double deathhis recompense for me!Ay, tis for me, the prey he bore from Troy,That she hath sworn his death, and edged the steel!Ye wands, ye wreaths that cling around my neck,Ye showed me prophetess yet scorned of allI stamp you into death, or eer I dieDown, to destruction! Edwin Bjrkman. I still dont understand it. Some of our partners may process your data as a part of their legitimate business interest without asking for consent. She was always one step ahead of the landlord. His touch stayed with me long after the pain had gone and I longed for it. For thirty-nine years. I could never understand what was so attractive about that place, why he chose to spend so much of his days there and not at home. Out here, you turn towards the pain as it tears into you. I stayed alive. Monologue Categories: Vulnerable monologues, angry . It would be at a caf where we would have salad and like it. 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. I thought, Thats true love. Oh, really? Nobody's Flood Gender: Male Length: 60 Seconds Monologue Type: Dramatic Character/Setting: Michael (18/19) talks to his brother about the moment he found out he had AIDS. Sent away to the same place my mothers clothes went, I assume. 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. I was there that day when Ser Gregor crushed your lovers head. Do you think that youre the only one who doesnt get a visit? and hear your playmates calling you, Johnny, Johnny! How it went through me, just to hear your name called! Isnt that right, Uncle Billy? 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. Thats it. He rises against me, I cut off his head, stick it on a pike, raise it high up so all on the streets can see. However, feel free to browse tips and download any public domain (free) monologues on our site. Bleed until its dark. What excellent foolsReligion makes of men! I feel my spirit divided into two portions; if my courage is high, my heart is inflamed [with love]. And later they call me to thank me for teaching them what love is, and, and that I taught them to care and respect women!. I watch them do this. You dont know what outta order is, Mr. Trask! If you buy something through one of these links, we may earn an affiliate commission at no additional cost to you. I see with sorrow that love compels me to utter sighs for that [object] which [as a princess] I must disdain. Trans. Yes, it had begun that early. Here, he has come home for a while, and she tells him what she thinks of his being an absentee father. Idle old man,That still would manage those authoritiesThat he hath given away! Id only trip on it now! We never owned anything. Choose a monologue that is suitable for the role you want. And all my logic said that I would never see this place again. Come, Gaveston,And share the kingdom with thy dearest friend.Ah! Laughing and chattering such pretty sounds. endobj 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? Makers of men; creators of leaders; be careful what kind of leaders youre producin here. Dont let them see your tears, he told me. Would you agree? We must never let them take it from us. The consent submitted will only be used for data processing originating from this website. I thought about having him crush your daughters skull. Im your wife, damn it! (Smiling) Oh, you got a murderous rage in you, and I like it. Until today. You chose to murder my daughter. 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? 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. Well, is it too much to have them work and pay and live and die in a couple of decent rooms and a bath? Because of this thing tomorrow. Judy Rude. I knew, somehow, that I had to stay alive. 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. Now heres Charlie. Why do you persist? And I even will have moments when I wonder if the quiet was not better than all that death and hatred. Black kids dont go into the cafeteria and shoot up everybody or stalk teachers and shoot them. There has been cannibalism. 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. And youre not medicated? Its like theres a fire burning in the center of my head, Mary, and the pipe is the water that will put it out. And as long as we turn a blind eye to the pain of those suffering under its oppression, we will never escape those origins. while things like Norsefire and the Articles of Allegiance became powerful. people make all these fucking promises. Such ideas come to me in the evening when I cant go to sleep. It wasnt a miscarriage. It hurts so much. It was the most precious moment of my life so far. 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. Why, Mr. Anderson? But you know what? Oliver M. Sayler. Its away, right? Professional profile for Charles Martinez an actor, voice-over, singer, playwright, casting director, director, producer, marketing/business, stage manager, musical . No one had such skill with his spear. Good-bye, grandfather, they said and they went away back home to Russia . (He half-laughs, a little embarrassed.) You know the only place that voice left me alone? Something thats unholy and evil. 47 children were rescued, I was one of them. And, uh, manipulated me. They are no pretenders to virtue. I know what youre doing. Soon, millions of people will see me and theyll all like me. You always had a way of seeing through me. He gave his life to that store. The other thing about depression is it kind of collapses time. The concept is absurd. Let some good manPass this way, to whose trust I may commitThis paper double-lined with tears and blood:Which being granted, here I sadly vowRepentance, and a leaving of that lifeI long have died in. Well, in my book he died a much richer man than youll ever be. 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. Drum couldnt take it. 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. MONOLOGUES FOR MALES . 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. why, she would hang on him,As if increase of appetite had grownBy what it fed on: and yet, within a monthLet me not think ontFrailty, thy name is woman!A little month, or ere those shoes were oldWith which she followd my poor fathers body,Like Niobe, all tears:why she, even sheO, God! how I mean to martyr you.This one hand yet is left to cut your throats,Whilst that Lavinia tween her stumps doth holdThe basin that receives your guilty blood.You know your mother means to feast with me,And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad:Hark, villains! It never was. And upon that sand a new god will walk. Read the play here Student Edition|Regular Edition, A monologue from the play by Frank Wedekind. His touch felt like love or as close to it as I could imagine. And sometimes I use excessive force on an entirely innocent individual. I thought about having Ser Gregor crush your skull the way he did Oberyns. Of course, there are a couple of intense dramatic monologues from Shakespeare. MONOLOGUES Two contrasting monologues - both contemporary - presented in English We define "contemporary" as anything written from around 1900 to now. I couldnt bear to see her in another womans arms. I come in early. If a rat were to scamper through your front door, right now, would you greet it with hostility? (pause) If wed had a house, Id never would have wanted to leave. But I can tell you this: he wont sell anybody out to buy his future!! Tommy really does nothing but propose to me. There was no noise, no tremble. He made you believe that you needed to be without fault in order to be loved. I always thought things happen for a reason, good and bad theres a design, a plan. Lady Windermere's Fan. I was fine, until I read your f***ing book! A monologue from the screenplay by the Wachowskis, I remember how the meaning of words began to change. Because hes not a Baird man! Her I indeed adore;And keep her grateful image in my house,Sometimes belonging to a Roman king,But now called mine, as by the better style.To her I care not if, for satisfyingYour scrupulous fancies, I go offer. and at last a sympathetic person takes one of the two apart and asks, with a pinch of the ear or a smile, the simple question: what have you really got against your husband?or your wife?then he, or she, stands perplexed and cannot give the cause. Text Look at myself No smiling man ever comes here; nothing is to be seen here but angry glances, snarling lips, clenched fists And everybody pours his anger, his envy, his suspicions, upon me. You know, I guess Ive been heart-broken too many times. Read the play here Folger|Loves Labours Lost in Plain & Simple English, Watch the movie 2000 (Matthew Lillard)|1985 (David Warner). The fact is that no item of clothing has ever moved me in any way except one. You will lie with the rest of your kind in the dirt your dreams forgotten. I went to a real estate office. Renly was the kings brother after all. what friend of mineThat had to him derived your anger, did IContinue in my liking? Thus my lot appearsNot sad, but blissful; for had I enduredTo leave my mothers son unburied there,I should have grieved with reason, but not now.And if in this thou judgest me a fool,Methinks the judge of follys not acquit. Until theyre so old and broken-down that You know how long it takes a workin man to save five thousand dollars? You dont need but five dollars to get in the crap game. 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 the fantasy of right and wrong. . A monologue from the tv series created by Vince Gilligan. And now, here I am. He is worthy of me, but he belongs to Chimne; the present which I made of him [to her], injures me. Pick a dramatic one. 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. But somebody told me it was important so here it goes. Pick a comedic monologue! 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. Not because Im in here, or because you think I should. When I was a girl, my father held a ball. Guns, murder, revolution. Why did you come almost close enoughand no closer? Youre sheltering enemies of the state, are you not? Im gonna see what you do with that. And at home my mother sat down to darn his socks and watch the oven I remember stepping up to bat. Office Hour Gender: Male Length: 90 Seconds Monologue Type: Dramatic Apparently. Want to hear a shocker? Look my hands are black, and no washing will clean them. I gotta live with that. Ah, ah the fire! (Pause. . Is it freedom or truth? And that robe disappeared. THE MOONLIGHT ROOM 8. I. Ive been around, you know? He just went to bed unusually early, A monologue from the play by Mando Alvarado. No, I wanted a doctor for a father. (Rue lets out a big exhale. I didnt want to go, but he dragged me to the ballroom. Hes come to the crossroads. Theres these moments that shape our lives, moments you have no control over. Best Contemporary Monologues for Men 18-35 - Lawrence Harbison 2014-11-01 (Applause Acting Series). Dont do anything you might regret. Go anywhere you want. Busted. Small portions, no fast food. We had a bit of a meltdown. Ill tell them about you, and your father, how good he was to us. 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. Top 20 Best TV Monologues MsMojo 49K views 1 year ago Ruby Hoggarth - Eigengrau by Penelope Skinner Ruby Hoggarth 6.5K views 2 years ago WHAT DRAMA SCHOOL IS RIGHT FOR YOU? I tried to run away, but Renly Baratheon took me in his arms. Like, somehow this night took things away from me and I expressed them to you, and you took them with you! Swimming for the coach. NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from Sejanus, His Fall (1603). The Long Goodbye, was that it? Tyler Maysee, I quite like my name, but for some people it tells them I'm some kinda butch girl who is really stocky with a super short haircut, that wears baggy t-shirts and umbro trackies, but heigh ho, I don't really care. ELEEMOSYNARY 11. Civilization is crumbling. A monologue from the play by August Wilson. A monologue from the screenplay by Woody Allen. Her trying to get me to run away with her, even though I was, um, scared, and . I like thinking about the red dress and the television and you and your father. Because I do. At each point of intersection, each encounter suggests a new potentialdirection. I can hardly look at you standing by your bags. Then get out. No books. A monologue from the play by Tracey Scott Wilson. Believes Terentius,If these were dangersas I shame to think themThe gods could change the certain course of fate?Or, if they could, they would now, in a moment,For a beefs fat, or less, be bribed t invertThose long decrees? . This ones on half an acre and uh, this one is older, but it has a really good view and the neighborhoods pretty. . Just like our marriage is an abortion. I cant even keep you out of my bed. At least you get letters. Here, here, or here? then the other they go down on their knees, as if to implore me for mercy. He kneels. I love you. . 12 2019 tony n tina s wedding come join this delicious dinner theatre experience when you purchase your ticket by clicking the link below you will be prompted to add on your . The spectacle of fearsome acts. And it has been with me for so long, that its comforting. Yet, I assume you dont share the same animosity with squirrels that you do with rats, do you? A great man. Now thats the stuff leaders should be made of. Polo shirts. Bug Study 4. Screaming at her. Its a hostile world, indeed. I survived getting taunted by the N-word when I was in grade school. Cause she met another girl. (Beat). this affliction of love, and has never let go of me since, but kept on growing. x\[sr~wLIX ledOvy-sCSgDsx_8} g53#Z(fojv?[/o>q2I4TVu[M}Z0Jkv ~as~`mJ0&GBVBSt\,b{|7svp~W-X+8%9YIe/,jZ0|v=G%MV]]&=6^gEd 7]gl4vD*^1K 18yO=}.:6]V%lp4xg! BidOur priest prepare us honey, milk, and poppy,His masculine odours, and night-vestments. I want to be that guy. A monologue from the play by Donald Margulies. If an entirely innocent individual leaves this room for the outside world, theyre not gonna contemplate even raising their voice to a little kid again, just in case I hear em and drag em in here for another load of excessive f***ing force. And we go through the same routine every time. Every scar, every flaw, every imperfection. Most of my life I havent even been able to call you, and forget visiting. Then Ill look up;My fault is past. Help, angels! . You must know it by now. And then they all started to laugh. Oliver M. Sayler. ), I dont know if it was a girl dressed like a guy or a guy dressed like a girl dressed like a guy. Does my arm [i.e. Youre right, I cant pretend to understand what youre going through. I should have said so. Because to tell you the truth, I dont give a sh*t. A monologue from the screenplay by Lily Wachowski, Lana Wachowski, and Tom Tykwer. ), Isnt that right? If one of Tims black students was angry with him, the black student would have shot Tim right there in the moment. So uh, you, uh, never know what what events are to transpire to get you home. Im just a kid. Sometimes when the doctor was examining me I felt our roles were reversed and that I was prodding his tummy. my valor], which all Spain admires and looks up to [lit. We all looked at each other then back at Mary as she happily made her way to the stove to put on the kettle. The Jew Hunter. . O despair! Each day is more gray than the one before. But I cant. Youve had fantasies, Im sure; so have I, but were married. I knew that I must die,Een hadst thou not proclaimed it; and if deathIs thereby hastened, I shall count it gain.For death is gain to him whose life, like mine,Is full of misery. I went and stood in a card shop for a bit to sort my head out. He danced with me and none of the other boys could say a word. Every day, all day. The Hershey Theatre will only permit bags 5"x8"x1" or smaller, which includes hand clutches, wristlets and small purses. Outta order. No, I dont never sleep too much. That was just a week before, but when I saw you seeing him, in his leather jacket, I could tell you were And I wish I were that person. Some may claim that slavery has ended. There can be no mistakes. 24 Dramatic Monologues For Teenage Females 1. And if you cant work up a winter passion for me, the least I require is respect and allegiance! It wakes me up. It is wider, larger, more human than a woman's. Women think that they are making ideals of men. One classical monologue from a play written before 1950 with an emphasis on heightened language. Did you hear that? it waxes, nears me nowWoe, woe for me, Apollo of the dawn!Lo, how the woman-thing, the lionessCouched with the wolfher noble mate afarWill slay me, slave forlorn! I would have gladly given my life for you, but it wouldnt have helped. Men go out with me, we break up, and then they get married! When I saw that my heart could not protect itself, I myself gave away that which I did not dare to take; and I put, in place of my self, Chimne in its fetters, and I kindled their passions [lit. Surrounded by the illusion of order. (Ellaria starts gagging) Im sorry, I cant understand you, that gag makes it impossible to understand what youre saying, it must be frustrating. . I dont really think it matters what that thing is . fires] in order to extinguish my own. He offends me, I cut out his tongue. . Im trying to move beyond it, sometimes I even think I have, but mostly Im not a very good human being. Oncewell, I think a lettuce salad was the principal issue; another time it was just a wordmostly it is nothing at all. We and our partners use data for Personalised ads and content, ad and content measurement, audience insights and product development. Everything will be okay in the end. 2. The only choice I had, the only thing I could control was when, and how, and where it was going to happen. Your purpose, right? Perfect Dornish beauty. An inch it is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. That is unless you have something to tell me that makes the conducting of a search unnecessary. 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. She said he was being a baby, that he didnt deserve a costume at all. Herehere go a quarter. And he starts throwing a tantrum. But I dont want to be talked to like some incurably sick patient you have to comfort. And I know you love me. Abigail, I have fought here three long years to bend these stiff-necked people to me, and now, just now when there must be some good respect for me in the parish, you compromise my very character. She died when she was 39 years old. Here are some one-minute comedic monologues for kids to try: 1. How its a living thing. Here's a monologue of him talking to his friend, Ivan, as they wait for the bus. A monologue from the play by Lope de Vega. 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 . 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. . But lately I have started to wonder if maybe we just say that to make ourselves feel better. I would torture you to death just for writing a story like that, let alone acting it out!

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