. You can choose to love me as much as I love you. Um, these, uh A preoccupation with my own mortality. Shell sit there watching Jeopardy and bad-mouth my dad. Most of all, his lunch pail, that symbol of the working man. tis an unweeded garden,That grows to seed; things rank and gross in naturePossess it merely. (Pause. . What have I gained by thee but infamy?Thou hast stained the spotless honour of my house,And frightened thence noble society:Like those which, sick o th palsy, and retainIll-scenting foxes bout them, are still shunnedBy those of choicer nostrils. (Pause.). Les Miserables. If you buy something through one of these links, we may earn an affiliate commission at no additional cost to you. 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! 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! The physical therapists. Its murder. They do not trust to the appearance of evil, and are more inclined to judge kindly of others. My own flesh was on fire. . But if it should be soIf they should sweep me off from earth and empire,Why, what is earth or empire of the earth?I have loved, and lived, and multiplied my image;To die is no less natural than thoseActs of this clay! And when I got married, I threw myself into becoming a Keating, and it was all to create a version of myself that the world would accept. (Pause.) When I was a girl, my father held a ball. (Beat.) I remember watching him closely in the morning, trying to uncover the mystery of manhood, the rituals of work. Pitiless fate, whose severity separates my glory and my desires! At least a fireman. Go on. In Memphis, talking to you. And wait. What can it not?Yet what can it when one cannot repent?O wretched state! Do you believe youre fighting for something? How its a living thing. But tell that to the inmates who are kept in cages and told that they dont have any rights at all. Im somebody now, Harry. I remember it so well, that I would shed my blood rather than degrade my rank. I mean Do I really care if a handful of my poems are read after Im gone? 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! has known how] to render me unworthy of it. Did you hear that? Which means that the promise of civil rights has never been fulfilled. Every inch but one. King Henry VI, Part II. I still dont understand it. And I know what I have to do now. didnt have my medication . Let him continue on his journey. You dont like them. 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. Heaven and earth!Must I remember? . Actually, it started happening last winter. (Pause) Jake wanted to be Snow White for Halloween. If only he hadnt taunted him. Sent it to him wrapped in blue paper. You said, lets talk truthfully, even shamelessly, then! And if there are any irregularities to be found, rest assured they will be. T here is a theory that in the course of human prehistory, hunter-gatherers sung before they spoke. Its a reason to smile. Could great men thunderAs Jove himself does, Jove would neer be quiet,For every pelting, petty officerWould use his heaven for thunder;Nothing but thunder! Michelle is in a hospital gown, her hands are wrapped. and perhaps for it I will be butchered in my bed some night by the servants of empire . Protagonist - Tommy . And would it be any better if I was too hot, Mother? Within a year there were fires on the ridges and deranged chanting. Pick a comedic monologue! Maybe I wont be around. CAPTAIN VON TRAPP: (to Maria, first meeting) I'm Captain von Trapp. Why are you silent? 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. We worry about them, their safety, our own , air bags, plane crashes, pederasts, and spend our middle years wanting back the dreamy, carefree part, the part we f***ked and pissed away; now we want that back, cause we know how eeting it all is, now we know, and it just doesnt seem fair that so much is gone when theres really so little left. Sometimes it was so cold my toes turned blue. Forgive me my foul murther?That cannot be; since I am still possessOf those effects for which I did the murther-My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.May one be pardond and retain th offence?In the corrupted currents of this worldOffences gilded hand may shove by justice,And oft tis seen the wicked prize itselfBuys out the law; but tis not so above.There is no shuffling; there the action liesIn his true nature, and we ourselves compelld,Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,To give in evidence. But I think I bore you. But none could describe this place. It belongs to someone who has yet to come. Rodrigo is dear to me; I strive to lose him, and I lose him with regret, and hence my secret anxiety derives its origin. Because I do. Its a hostile world, indeed. It hurts so much. . Tis I:Do you know me now? I think youre used to the type of guys who push people around and Im not that type of person. 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! O rage! Clever enough to learn what poison you used to murder Myrcella. When we returned, we found her side of the closet empty. The doctors. (Pause. I just sat there holding Shelbys hand while the sounds got softer and the beeps got farther apart until all was quiet. Just like our marriage is an abortion. Im gonna see what you do. Your moms with someone. 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. But when you say it, Im looking at you, I believe you actually mean it. I understand your trepidation in repeating it. Do you know the campground is only twelve miles away from here? No, I dont never sleep too much. fires] in order to extinguish my own. In my dreams. 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. . Actually, why he would hate the name the Hangman is baffling to me. . There is no other option. Rats were the cause of the bubonic plague, but thats some time ago. Until their children grow up and leave them? Not a carpenter. I only know the killer was black. 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. Rodrigo, thy valor renders thee worthy of me; but although thou art valiant, thou art not the son of a king. listening for his irregular heartbeat and when our gazes met one cold stare meeting another I could see that he was aware that I knew. And I dont feel sad, either. Like that time, I came home. Youd rather be with someone who, I dunno, who wore leather jackets. Her trying to get me to run away with her, even though I was, um, scared, and . We never owned anything. 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. I propose to you any disease a rat could spread, a squirrel could equally carry. a weak and divided person who stood in adoring awe of your singleness, of your strength. Where criminality is confused with mental health? But I will teach and work and things will happen, slowly and swiftly. You know, I want to kill them! I used to be the same. I dont know. I know what youre doing. ), I dont know if it was a girl dressed like a guy or a guy dressed like a girl dressed like a guy. A monologue from the tv series created by Ronald D. Moore, Matt Wolpert, and Ben Nedvi. Am I bothering you? The Priest and me, we lived by the same principles. If a rat were to walk in here, right now, as Im talking would you greet it with a saucer of your delicious milk? But sometimes. escaped convicts from a Siberian prison camp . and I say to myself always, that, being the daughter of a king, all other than a monarch is unworthy of me. 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? The consent submitted will only be used for data processing originating from this website. And the weight of the log, snapped the limb of the tree, so I-I , I couldnt even kill myself the way I wanted to. Dont do anything you might regret. Popular Types: Women Men Teens Kids Comedic Contemporary Shakespeare Explore Great 1-Minute Monologues We can't do this. Hes gone; and on his finger bears my signet,Which is to him a sceptre. Running since 2008, The Desert Monologues has seen countless Dubai actors (and non-actors) step onto our stage and into the spotlight. I can hardly look at you standing by your bags. the last] of his race; pass, to avenge me, into better hands! I have done many a bad thing. Today my eyes died. All is lost!This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me.My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonderThey cast their caps up and carouse togetherLike friends long lost. Your daughter is a beauty too. I knew it then. Just a minute. Ed. A monologue from the play by Luigi Pirandello. Westworld 3. We had a bit of a meltdown. Home | Uncategorized | 118 Dramatic Monologues For Men, A monologue from the play by Martin McDonagh. Who knows? Swimming for the coach. Yes, freedom has fangs. Actually, quite the contrary. All her clothes were gone. Then I saw him sitting on the bench along third base. You neednt try to deceive me. Its gonna make ya proud one day I promise you. Why? Ill to my brother:Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood,Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour.That, had he twenty heads to tender downOn twenty bloody blocks, held yield them up,Before his sister should her body stoopTo such abhorrd pollution.Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die:More than our brother is our chastity.Ill tell him yet of Angelos request,And fit his mind to death, for his souls rest. I married a Wall Street lawyer. 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. Come, Gaveston,And share the kingdom with thy dearest friend.Ah! 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. I was free. fires? . And when the next pitch bounced between the catchers legs and into home screen, I slid home to win the game. Because I 'always swear'. You chose to murder my daughter. Dont you understand? And that reward will be, your family will cease to be harassed in any way by the German military during the rest of our occupation of your country. 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. Mary, every day really is a new day. O perilous mouths,That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,Either of condemnation or approof;Bidding the law make courtsy to their will:Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite,To follow as it draws! ) You dont realize how lucky you are. I think its safe to say that I have explored the full range of rage. . I was there that day when Ser Gregor crushed your lovers head. So who am I? out of necessity, we shadowy people take on a strength of our own. . We all make our choices. When I walk away and think I shall forget you, it turns out I am headed straight for love. They couldnt keep the game going any longer. Why here, youre all businessmen here. They were toying with me. Unfortunately, because of copyright restrictions, we cannot sell to persons in your country. Youve had fantasies, Im sure; so have I, but were married. But Mary, I open my eyes every morning and all I want is a pipe to smoke. My lords, ye look amazed to see your queenWith wreaths and gifts of incense in her hands.I had a mind to visit the high shrines,For Oedipus is overwrought, alarmedWith terrors manifold. But neither you nor anybody else can say anything against his character, because his whole life was Why, in the twenty-five years since he and Uncle Billy started this thing, he never once thought of himself. A vision that tells us that we belong to something that is greater then ourselves, that we are *not*, that none of us are alone! We have the talks. Some of us blow up our homes . Something thats unholy and evil. They came en masse, dressed in their Alexanders best. boiling?In leads or oils? What am I supposed to do? 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. I added it up, and knew that I had lost her. And whats wrong with that? Dartmouth. And sensitive. Cause if youre getting a divorce, you havent changed a bit. And she doesnt want to wash her hair. And that was just a week before we decided to take a break. . . And why?! It was time to go out fighting again. Thats called courage! Im trying to move beyond it, sometimes I even think I have, but mostly Im not a very good human being. Then a man weve never met chose to kill him. I like thinking about the red dress and the television and you and your father. (showing him the houses). He grinned and waved, and gestured to the man beside him. But I never took it. I cant seem to I cant seem to shake the real implication of dying. . Your father made you believe otherwise. Thats five opportunities he done threw away. What that felt like. Sarah, Sarah 3. I dont have any of your magic, Walt. The shpritz of Aramis, the bu of the Oxfords, the tying of the perfect Windsor knot. I dont think it matters. Dont scold, Mother darling. 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. They took Ruth while she was out buying food. Shes so beautiful. 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. Your bones will turn to sand. 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. It was an abortion. My family never owned one either. These can be the same as your pre-screening monologues or different. You do a thing long enough, your whole life, I guess . NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from Plays by August Strindberg, v. 1. Who I am is a 53-year-old woman from Memphis, Tennessee, named Anna Mae Harkness. The Long Goodbye, was that it? 10 Short Comedic Monologues for Your 90-Second Musical Theatre Audition : PerformerStuff More Good Stuff It appears that you are outside of North America.