THE BELLES OF THE MILL 20 Dramatic Monologues For Women From Tv-Shows 1. Why did you do that?Doesnt matter now. that I [shall] die whether it be accomplished, or whether it be not accomplished. But Mary, I open my eyes every morning and all I want is a pipe to smoke. Pick a comedic monologue! Actually, why he would hate the name the Hangman is baffling to me. Why he ever started this cheap, penny-ante Building and Loan, Ill never know. The unspoken rule in my house was that my moms name was never mentioned after her death. . A monologue from the screenplay by Lily and Lana Wachowski. . Step into the streets without looking and the carriage merely stops or swerves; the only consequence an angry driver. admits] no man without honor, and thy jealous pride, by this foul [lit. The doctors. She died when she was 39 years old. and hear your playmates calling you, Johnny, Johnny! How it went through me, just to hear your name called! 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. people make all these fucking promises. Here, he has come home for a while, and she tells him what she thinks of his being an absentee father. And thou, glorious instrument of my exploits, but yet a useless ornament of an enfeebled body numbed by age [lit. Like that time, I came home. FACING THE SUN The heartsThat spanieled me at heels, to whom I gaveTheir wishes, do discandy, melt their sweetsOn blossoming Caesar, and this pine is barkedThat overtopped them all. Child Soldier 4. They hook me up to a machine and take turns running electrical currents through my stumps. A monologue from the play by David French. 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! Want to get a role in a drama? Australian Monologues for Women Things I Know To Be True (Andrew Bovell) The Call (Patricia Cornelius) Blackrock (Nick Enright) Europe (Michael Gow) The Black Sequin Dress (Jenny Kemp) Who's Afraid of the Working Class Anna Robi and the House of Dogs (Maxine Mellor) The Seed (Kate Mulvany) The Female of the Species (Joanna Murray-Smith) I never heard a sound like that. I drank without thinking. This bridal is fatal to me, I fear it, and [yet] I desire it; I dare to hope from it only an incomplete joy; my honor and my love have for me such attractions. Did you hear that? 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. We and our partners use data for Personalised ads and content, ad and content measurement, audience insights and product development. has known how] to render me unworthy of it. So if you really are here, and youre really not just stopping in to say youre leaving again, youre going to have to do better than this. I didnt think so. and would purchase honour and reputation at the cost of hypocritical looks and affected groans; who, seized with strange ardour, make use of the next world to secure their fortune in this; who, with great affectation and many prayers. It struck me as amusing. The Best Monologues of the 80s - Women 6. I know. Ive lived next door to you all the days of my life. Cos two wrongs dont make a right. I propose to you any disease a rat could spread, a squirrel could equally carry. while things like Norsefire and the Articles of Allegiance became powerful. A monologue from the play by Tracey Scott Wilson. 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. The game was tied; it was the last of the ninth, with no one on base. I always thought things happen for a reason, good and bad theres a design, a plan. . Just because something is not perfect does not make it any less worthy of love. Im just a kid. The power-hungry Lady Macbeth will not be ignored. Your fathers gone, youre gone. O bosom black as deathO limed soul, that, struggling to be free,Art more engagd! Why they hate us so much. Can you live there, Gavin? 15 Powerful Female Dramatic Monologues. A monologue from the screenplay by Mario Puzo & Francis Ford Coppola. Its a reason to smile. He is sternAs I am heedless and the slaves deserveTo feel a master. A monologue from the play by August Strindberg. The Hershey Theatre will only permit bags 5"x8"x1" or smaller, which includes hand clutches, wristlets and small purses. Sent away to the same place my mothers clothes went, I assume. I cant tell if youre coming or going. '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 . Read the play here Folger|No Fear Shakespeare, Watch the movie 1995 (Ian McKellen)|1956 (Laurence Olivier). Come, Gaveston,And share the kingdom with thy dearest friend.Ah! I was the first person in the family to graduate from college. 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! When my daughter was taken from me, my only daughter well you cant imagine how that feels unless youve lost a child. Id throw my things in a cardboard box and run outside in my pajamas in bare feet. All come to this? I mean hes an only child, hes got Alex around all the time, a lotta kids dont have that, not to mention, you know, his own playroom. Shall I listen to thee, love, whose delicious power causes my desires to rebel against this proud tyrant? Hell no. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, F*** YOU, too! But Alex felt strongly it was a bad idea. He offends me, I cut out his tongue. stream
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They do not care to display for the interest of Heaven a more ardent zeal than Heaven itself displays. He who least regardsSuch brainsick fantasies lives most at ease. They shoved each other and threatened to duel when they thought it was their turn to dance. MONOLOGUES Two contrasting monologues - both contemporary - presented in English We define "contemporary" as anything written from around 1900 to now. Its a path made of principle that leads to character. And the stamina; the capacity for staying up late, to read or watch a movie, never mind sex. I swear one night Im going to go out, and Im just not going to come home. A great man. (Rue lets out a big exhale. I should have said that my mother took an extra shift so I could have a new coat every year. And this great name of Cid, which thou hast just now won. But none could describe this place. I looked and saw two of them opening a window and so busy that they didnt even see me. 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. 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? Monologue. And sensitive. Awesome songs to use for musical theatre or opera auditions. And thats when this feeling came over me like a warm blanket. 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. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. It was that phosphorescent stuff that gets churned up in the wake of a big ship. I heard a thousand stories. But if one were to determine what attributes the Jews share with a beast, it would be that of the rat. . I was meant to burn there, with everything else. He didnt save enough money to send Harry to school, let alone me. Remember? 1883 2. People were human beings to him, but to you, a warped, frustrated old man, theyre cattle. Theyre nasty little sh*ts and nasty little sh*ts arent worth crying over.. 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. I wake up and I think.again? . Theatre in New York City, opening on April 24, 2009."--P. [4]. There are also several of the most popular American plays in the history of stage represented on this list of female monologues. Fear. To this day that bathrobe is the only piece of clothing I can actually see in my mind. I hurt badly! He gave me this, you know. Popular Types: Women Men Teens Kids Comedic Contemporary Shakespeare Explore Great 1-Minute Monologues We can't do this. Outta order. . Dramatic Monologue for Young Adult Female. To whom should I complain? If you would like to change your settings or withdraw consent at any time, the link to do so is in our privacy policy accessible from our home page.. 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! Go on. I still dont understand it. Michelle is in a hospital gown, her hands are wrapped. A monologue from the screenplay by Bo Goldman. And in the middle of this burning I am supposed to envision my life, Mary. It doesnt seem possible. I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing; how the sun was shining; if it rained. Each finger, my palms, my thumbs. film also had a synchronized musical score performed by, louise miriam dillie keane born 23 may 1952 is an olivier award nominated . (pause) Is your mouth all glued up with cunny juice? I kept breathing. daily preach solitude and retirement while they themselves live at Court; who know how to reconcile their zeal with their vices; who are passionate, revengeful, faithless, full of deceit, and who, to work the destruction of a fellow-man. I stand for something. But finally we all realized there was no hope. Now, I hear theyre wondering if maybe it was a student of Tims seeking revenge or something. . 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. Thy tyrannyTogether working with thy jealousies,Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idleFor girls of nine, O, think what they have doneAnd then run mad indeed, stark mad! Summer And Smoke 7. After the wedding she moved in. The Playhouse's flagship 6 week acting workshop for adults will explore script-work, improvisation and characterisation. 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. THE STORY 3. And now, here I am. Home is a long way away for all of us. 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. Choose a monologue that is suitable for the role you want. Because I 'always swear'. For the cancer to come back. Female Monologues from Plays Male Monologues from Plays Teen Monologues from Plays 1 2 3 14 All Monologues NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from The Plays of Euripides in English, vol. I give one fellow a quarter and he turn around and give it to the candy man. I think nature is really going to help. A monologue from the screenplay by Alexander Payne & Jim Taylor. Thats it. Tickets can be purchased online until the event start time. Why, Mr. Anderson? But it isnt true. I was there when this wonderful person drifted into this world, and I was there when she drifted out. this affliction of love, and has never let go of me since, but kept on growing. (scoffs) That is some unforgivable shit. The 61-year-old actor was joined by his wife, Laura Louie, 55 . Due to the failure of our justice system, our public defense system in particular, Jim Crow is alive and kicking; laws that made it illegal for blacks and whites to be buried in the same cemetery, that categorized people into quadroons and octaroons, that punished a black person for seeking medical attention in a white hospital. He left. There is no other option. A Christmas Carol - Drama. Are you getting a divorce? You can hear it, cant you? A man's love is like that. . But am I the criminal mastermind who pulled off a series of violent murders? 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? Oliver M. Sayler. I know you dont want to move, but whatever house you choose will be yours. But there isnt nothin like the sight of an amputated spirit; there is no prosthetic for that. (The play Still Life is part of the anthology Special Days). Our lives and our choices, like quantum trajectories, are understood moment to moment. The only choice I had, the only thing I could control was when, and how, and where it was going to happen. For many years I blamed this on my moms death. Just peace. Im your wife, and I wanna stand beside you. A monologue from the screenplay by Quentin Tarantino, Monsieur LaPadite, are you aware of the nickname the people of France have given me? Oh, really? My eyes were only on you, as you slowly stopped crying and wiggling and breathing, the last drops of blood dripping out your chubby little neck like water from a leaky tap. And so it was it was leading me away from where I was supposed to be. It made me feel cold, like if love wasnt for me!. Let him continue on his journey. He slit your throat, a flash of unbearable pain, while a soldier about my age held a cup to collect your blood. London: J.M. The fact is that no item of clothing has ever moved me in any way except one. O inimical old age! On and on and on and on. 1-minute monologues from plays for auditions and acting practice. He sees another soul to eat. it never succeeds in either extinguishing the love, or accepting the lover! Brienne the Beauty they called me. Thats right: my sweetheart, my lover, that sweet girl I lolled around with on endless Sundays, is getting hot ashes. But I never took it. At least you get letters. I fed her at my own breast even though they told me to give her to the wet nurse. <>/XObject<>/ProcSet[/PDF/Text/ImageB/ImageC/ImageI] >>/MediaBox[ 0 0 612 792] /Contents 4 0 R/Group<>/Tabs/S>>
These feelings of futility in relation to my work. 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. .for they, when hunters steal their youngferociously pursueand slay them, till they reach the seaand plunge beneath its waves.Not tigresses, but timid hares,not Spaniards, but barbarians,too chicken-hearted to denyyour women to other men!Why not wear distaffs at your waists?Why gird on useless swords?I swear to God we women aloneshall make those tyrants payfor our indignities, and billthose traitors for our blood.And you, you effete effeminates,I sentence to be stonedas spinsters, pansies, queens and cowards,and forced henceforth to wearour bonnets and our overskirts,with painted, powdered faces.Our valorous Commander meansto have Frondoso hangeduncharged, untried and uncondemnedfrom yonder battlements.Hell serve all you unmanly menthe same, and Ill rejoice;for when this honourable townis womanless, that ageshall dawn which once amazed the world,the age of Amazons. The river doesnt care if you can swim. A monologue from the play by Luigi Pirandello. Suddenly, you find your whole days blending together to create one endless and suffocating loop. . He gave his life to that store. And I even will have moments when I wonder if the quiet was not better than all that death and hatred. Its like a long carpet thats just laid out right beneath me. Im gonna see what you do with that. To whom shall I addressMy speech? Men fall in love so quickly, until they basically go mad, and then, bit by bit, take their distance and fall out of love again. So he can learn a little more . I screamed and cried, but he held his knife to my throat and said hed kill me, too, if I made one more sound. That one tonight, who was he? I asked you a question. And as I know nothing in the world so noble and so beautiful as the holy fervour of genuine piety, so there is nothing, I think, so odious as the whitewashed outside of a specious zeal; as those downright imposters. 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. He took and threw it away. MONOLOGUES FOR MALES .