In my fantasy world, had my mother lived, I would be extremely well-dressed. But you have a great excuse, because the rainforest isnt wired for cell service. I didnt think she was actually gonna go. Cause if youre getting a divorce, you havent changed a bit. Retrogression even. Trans. His touch stayed with me long after the pain had gone and I longed for it. Stealing from my mom. The childs side. My Mom had the same bathrobe in blue. Oh, she said. And if its not okay its not the end. But it did sound a lot calmer than the way I would describe it. Ive never cried so hard in my life. Why did you come almost close enoughand no closer? Bug Study 5. I do them, but why should I? I flunked that part, and if a person isnt right before my eyes, I dont necessarily believe they exist. A monologue from the play by Lynn Nottage. A monologue from the screenplay by JayCocks, Steven Zaillian, and Kenneth Lonergan. And what I really dont understand is how come everybody else isnt screaming with boredom too. There is no alternative to justice in this case. The IRA was nowhere near as scary as what had just happened to our lives. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur?Hath love in thy old blood no living fire?Edwards seven sons, whereof thyself art one,Were as seven vials of his sacred blood,Or seven fair branches springing from one root:Some of those seven are dried by natures course,Some of those branches by the Destinies cut;But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloucester,One vial full of Edwards sacred blood,One flourishing branch of his most royal root,Is crackd, and all the precious liquor spilt,Is hackd down, and his summer leaves all faded,By envys hand and murders bloody axe.Ah, Gaunt, his blood was thine! The spectacle of fearsome acts. Im not crying for myself. 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. But tell that to the inmates who are kept in cages and told that they dont have any rights at all. It whispers to me, They will not get away with it. 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. Around my kneesMy children hang, and weep their mother lost:These too lament their mistress now no more.This is the scene of misery in my house:Abroad, the nuptials of Thessalias youthAnd the bright circles of assembled damesWill but augment my grief: neer shall I bearTo see the loved companions of my wife.And if one hates me, he will say, BeholdThe man, who basely lives, who dared not die,But, giving through the meanness of his soulHis wife, avoided death, yet would be deemedA man: he hates his parents, yet himselfHad not the spirit to die. These ill reportsCleave to me: why then wish for longer life,On evil tongues thus fallen, and evil days? And it was it was it was leading me home. We must never let them take it from us. I sit there and look at the website and imagine. Perfect Dornish beauty. Professional profile for Michael Doemel an actor, dancer, drama teacher, english teacher based in Gilbert, Arizona Join StageAgent today and unlock amazing theatre resources and opportunities. But I didnt. Im lonely. Thats the only good option. One 32-bar cut must be from the published musical theatre canon. lofty precipice from which mine honor falls! All you know is you find them repulsive. Sir, spare your threats:The bug which you would fright me with I seek.To me can life be no commodity:The crown and comfort of my life, your favour,I do give lost; for I do feel it gone,But know not how it went. And him, O wondrous him!O miracle of men! 1-minute monologues from plays for auditions and acting practice. My father sold shoes. made me think about how everyone lies. Im your wife, and I wanna stand beside you. I was fine, until I read your f***ing book! They were incredibly proud, and why not? One that will never die. And eventually, all you can think about is how life has always been this way. THE BELLES OF THE MILL 20 Dramatic Monologues For Women From Tv-Shows 1. Unfortunately, because of copyright restrictions, we cannot sell to persons in your country. Hold it till my next birthday. But Im so grateful that she was with me on that island. lets just say their enthusiasm overwhelmed me. They shoved each other and threatened to duel when they thought it was their turn to dance. A monologue from the play by Pierre Corneille. Well my name is Tyler-May. Bleed until its dark. Ill show you outta order! % In a way, I put all my romanticism into that one night, and I was never able to feel all this again. Am I supposed to sit at home knitting and purling while you slink back like some penitent drunk? Yesterday, my life was headed in one direction. I wouldnt bring another one of you sons into this world! Great joke. Yes, freedom has fangs. Why did I fail? Every inch of me shall perish. Why he ever started this cheap, penny-ante Building and Loan, Ill never know. You must know it by now. In high school, it was a smile that I faked to get boys to like me. A monologue from the play by Christopher Marlowe. Yeah, you know what I mean Leather jackets. A monologue from the screenplay by Chap Taylor & Michael Tolkin. . He looks in the barn, he looks in the attic, he looks in the cellar, he looks everywhere he would hide. There is an overwhelming, and there is an all-pervading, hatreda hatredof people like you. What I am is a survivor. There are also several of the most popular American plays in the history of stage represented on this list of female monologues. A monologue from the play by Winsome Pinnock. I tell her that if maybe we had people around she would start to feel better. So . 2 0 obj I dont know if Charlies silence here today is right or wrong. Sent away to the same place my mothers clothes went, I assume. Such ideas come to me in the evening when I cant go to sleep. O inimical old age! Far from the cities that have paved the world away, and the farms which had turned it into a resource. I know, I know, were not supposed to have favorites, but still were only human. (Beat). Makers of men; creators of leaders; be careful what kind of leaders youre producin here. But, O, what form of prayerCan serve my turn? When I was a girl, my father held a ball. Id throw my things in a cardboard box and run outside in my pajamas in bare feet. Farewell! I cant even keep you out of my bed. I might add, also, that any information that makes the performance of my duty easier will not be met with punishment. 24 Dramatic Monologues For Teenage Females 1. Ive googled it so many times. Its a bad plan. These can be the same as your pre-screening monologues or different. the land bids me tread no more upont;It is ashamed to bear me! It was a girl. The doctors. There can be no mistakes. I always knew what the right path was. I was obviously not faking it and yet no one could find the reason for the pain. Where money is more important than humanity? "The Young Girl and the Monsoon" by James Ryan. 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. I thought about having Ser Gregor crush your skull the way he did Oberyns. What, do you tremble? Well, now, let me see. I never heard a sound like that. In Memphis, talking to you. Cause she met another girl. I dont know what to do. I dont have any of your magic, Walt. . Why did you do that?Doesnt matter now. Would you agree? No one will ever see it! I think I embarrass you. I think its October but I cant be sure. More precisely, a German soldier. if Chimne ever has Rodrigo for a husband, my hope is dead and my spirit, is healed. We were leaving Texas, entering the Indian territory and redefining our meaning of unknown. It was me. I like the way I feel. Shall I listen to thee still, pride of my birth, that makest a crime out of my passions? There are too many such mean hypocrites in the world; but from them the truly pious are easy to distinguish. We were no longer under the cloud of civilization. Id known death since I was a child. 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. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. Rodrigo, thy valor renders thee worthy of me; but although thou art valiant, thou art not the son of a king. Shes so beautiful. Now I, on the other hand, love my unofficial title precisely because Ive earned it. . Im tired of pretending that I cannot continue acting as as if I do not love you. The one thats telling you dont. Imagining a life without her doesnt excite me, it just makes me anxious. 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? Have I then lived so long only for this disgrace? Some one has to be kind, girl some one has to pity people! Because here doesnt care. I imagine shes your favorite. 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. with respect][does] my arm, which has so often saved this empire, and so often strengthened anew the throne of its king. Is that supposed to be some sort of compensation? Text All come to this? . . At times it will seem that nothing changes at all and then again the sudden dramatic events which make history leap into the future. 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. Then we wouldnt be here. The truth is, I have no fashion sense never did. . Youre sucking all my energy up in your silence. Some monologues are comedic while others are dramatic, some are geared toward older performers, and most can be performed by any gender of actor. He picked you up. I chose to love him. A monologue from the tv series written by Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Emerald Fennell, Suzanne Heathcote, & Laura Neal. There isnt enough pity to go round. At each point of intersection, each encounter suggests a new potentialdirection. This monologue is extremely self-aware. It doesnt seem possible. 1 minute and 23 seconds later the plane crashed into a field. Every single of my exs, theyre now married! Theres these moments that shape our lives, moments you have no control over. Its life, boiling up inside of you. I killed the last honorable man fifteen years ago. Like it was all some elaborate scheme I thought up. You are Fraulein . . self-control. What do you know? (Bill gets painfully up from his chair, kisses his hand and places it on Amsterdams forehead) God bless you. NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from Plays by August Strindberg, v. 1. Mary, I said. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. A few years later my dad got remarried to a lovely woman. Affiliate links provides compensation to Daily Actor which helps us remain online, giving you the resources and information actors like you are looking for. His touch felt like love or as close to it as I could imagine. Suddenly, you find your whole days blending together to create one endless and suffocating loop. Karen is premenopausal. Who I am is a 53-year-old woman from Memphis, Tennessee, named Anna Mae Harkness. People around me say it automatically in response to how are you doing? I was afraid that I wouldnt survive the next few minutes while they turned off the machines. We and our partners use data for Personalised ads and content, ad and content measurement, audience insights and product development. Mom and I would shop together at the places that moms and daughters go a department store, an outlet mall, the flea market. Should you need any proof of the matter, well then look just here. . NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from The Moscow Art Theatre Series of Plays. Maybe I deserve to get my ass left at a train station at one A.M. , you know? (My Fair Lady) THE FINALE I think you miss the other type of guy. For although in my arrogance I swore to fall out of love, it is not as easy as falling in love. I stayed alive. I have hit my mom in the face. Now, I hear theyre wondering if maybe it was a student of Tims seeking revenge or something. Whose greeting renders my returnDelightful? LUKA. They had to wait and save their money before they even thought of a decent home. 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. All these years? Dent & Sons, 1922. Ashamed of his dialect, his dirty overalls, his bruised fingers with the fingernails lined with dirt, his teeth yellow as old ivory. I dont feel anything. A person needs shots and a state department visa just to get to you. firm, she lost everything when her husband absconded with all her money. New York: Brantanos, 1922. There are no consequences there. I should have said that my mother took an extra shift so I could have a new coat every year. I was gonna die there, totally alone. . And except for the tail, they even rather look alike, dont they? I would have gladly given my life for you, but it wouldnt have helped. This penitential robe will keep. And you get to live again. Ed. THE STORY 3. Dont let them see your tears, he told me. You must be able to see it Mr. Anderson. Cos when Im an old man, you know what? And the wolf has no interest in your dreams. what causeHath my behavior given to your displeasure,That thus you should proceed to put me off,And take your good grace from me? 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. Woody Harrelson made a rare red carpet appearance with his family at the premiere of his new movie, "Champions," in New York City. But if this is Hell, then I must be a demon, too. The physical therapists. You said, lets talk truthfully, even shamelessly, then! . Not even my parents. I survived the sexual abuse by my uncle when I was 11. NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from The Dramatic Works of Molire, Vol. I was gonna get sick, or get injured or something. then] betray my cause, and do nothing for me? I remember watching him closely in the morning, trying to uncover the mystery of manhood, the rituals of work. 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. . 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. Remember? 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. . A monologue from the play by Donald Margulies. Tried to find words to describe it. Dramatic Monologue for Young Adult Female. Within a year there were fires on the ridges and deranged chanting. Is it sinful to think of such things, Mother? La Sainte Courtisane. BidOur priest prepare us honey, milk, and poppy,His masculine odours, and night-vestments. Idle old man,That still would manage those authoritiesThat he hath given away! Its the right path. I would know what went with what, and everything I tried on would fit. Her trying to get me to run away with her, even though I was, um, scared, and . One classical monologue from a play written before 1950 with an emphasis on heightened language. At the law firm, I wore heels, makeup, and a wig. Ah, you say that isnt true. Why didnt they ask me to marry them? I try to find ways to make myself feel something more and more and more it doesnt make any difference. My father sent me ten dollars every week, his lotto money. Learn But I dont want to be talked to like some incurably sick patient you have to comfort. The following six two minute monologues are comedic, contemporary and for women. I hadn't seen him since we split up, not once. Go to a hotel, go live with her, but dont come back! (Beat.). Every day, all day. A great man. . (Beat.) I like to think about all the people who tended and picked the grapes. Applying to the naval academy following in my fathers footsteps. Tickets can be purchased online until the event start time. Says he doesnt want to be a skeleton, that her ideas are lazy, lazy ideaswho knows where he . It were to dieBefore my hour, to live in dread of death,Tracing revolt; suspecting all about me,Because they are near; and all who are remote,Because they are far. Do you believe youre fighting for something? But Im done. CAPTAIN VON TRAPP: (to Maria, first meeting) I'm Captain von Trapp. So who am I? He sees another soul to eat. But the tortures, the sufferingsthese I have to bear See how I look! I swear one night Im going to go out, and Im just not going to come home. 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. But Mary, I open my eyes every morning and all I want is a pipe to smoke. And then quiet again. A monologue from the play by David French. Guns, murder, revolution. 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? Sir, call to mindThat I have been your wife, in this obedience,Upward of twenty years, and have been blestWith many children by you: if, in the courseAnd process of this time, you can report,And prove it too, against mine honour aught,My bond to wedlock, or my love and duty,Against your sacred person, in Gods name,Turn me away; and let the foulst contemptShut door upon me, and so give me up. Monologue. PCe_\,~FJ mn6XJ6Y="R&] g&ydK^<8rm]?jz/{%kTZu$r"8mVcds lRdw7xFr %(+$ Nq@A{QXR3Md E*@dPR]~IVthdGuq=n*^#_Ij@o^FqvRN`Un{&~ #UKXX7H??>/KkM%x:4]:wF) Qx/okAMh; Sk1uq0 e? Always food. It was the first time Id got one over on them. I know that. And then it begins its steady, inevitable decline. about long-term improvement and adaptive skills for the real world and all that sh*t. All lives, save loveless lives, true Love should pardon. If I concentrated long enough I could make the pain appear by an effort of will. Two wrongs do not make a right. I propose to you any disease a rat could spread, a squirrel could equally carry. )Portal of Hades, thus I bid thee hail!Grant me one boona swift and mortal stroke,That all unwrung by pain, with ebbing bloodShed forth in quiet death, I close mine eyes. 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. You do whatever you want. then spring came . Continue with Recommended Cookies. You do love me, and I love you, too. I looked and saw two of them opening a window and so busy that they didnt even see me. 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. A monologue from the play by Tennessee Williams. endobj 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!. Actually, quite the contrary. Apparently. You knew I had a Whataburger. Oh, really? It rides on the bus with me to work. (Undine realizes the addicts are eavesdropping and finds herself including them in her confessional.). Bug Study 4. I guess Im feeling cold and unwelcoming. Look at Ariston, look at Priande, Oronte, Alcidamus, Polydore, and Clitandre. <> Youve had fantasies, Im sure; so have I, but were married. Its a hostile world, indeed. Electric blue. Yesterday I believed that I would never have done what I did today. (scoffs) That is some unforgivable shit. But it had never touched me. Ye captive women, ye who tend this home,Since ye are present to escort with meThese lustral rites, your counsel now I crave.How, while I pour these offrings on the tomb,Speak friendly words? I knew about Michelle. Here are her. Why should I even make the bed, or wash the dishes? Shelley Dean Milman. And it was the algae, right? 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. Everything shorts out right there in my cockpit. Grandfather, they say, for Gods sake give us some bread! STILL LIFE 9. A monologue from the play by August Strindberg. a weak and divided person who stood in adoring awe of your singleness, of your strength. Sometimes it was so cold my toes turned blue. After this time, if tickets are still available, they can . (Pause) In my village at home it is the exceptional man who can even read a newspaper or who ever sees a book at all. I didnt want to go, but he dragged me to the ballroom. . my valor], which all Spain admires and looks up to [lit. Kelly added it all up and knew she had to let me go. But she doesnt listen. I killed my family. Synopsis: A woman eats her husband's divorce papers in an attempt to halt the proceedings. People like my client, Nathaniel Lahey, and millions of people like him who are relegated to a subclass of human existence in our prisons. The time when we went out and had dinner, and I saw you looking at the guy at the bar wearing a leather jacket. You can hear it, cant you? (pause) If wed had a house, Id never would have wanted to leave. and which in this insult has served me for show, and not for defence, go, abandon henceforth the most dishonored [lit. Im alone. We believe this conscience to be a single thing, but it is many-sided. 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. T here is a theory that in the course of human prehistory, hunter-gatherers sung before they spoke. Ive come to ask you for another three days time, at least, in order to forget you. Thats right: my sweetheart, my lover, that sweet girl I lolled around with on endless Sundays, is getting hot ashes. A monologue from the screenplay by Frank Darabont and Stephen King. And at home my mother sat down to darn his socks and watch the oven I remember stepping up to bat. I just dont want to have to call her. But I will teach and work and things will happen, slowly and swiftly. You will lie with the rest of your kind in the dirt your dreams forgotten. Running since 2008, The Desert Monologues has seen countless Dubai actors (and non-actors) step onto our stage and into the spotlight. And whats wrong with that? Watch the movie 2014 (Colin Farrell)|2005 (Royal Shakespeare Company)Timestamp: 1:14 2:45. . Who knows what the tide could bring? They whispered in my ear how they wanted to marry me and take me back to their castles. 84 Dramatic Monologues For Women (Powerful & Emotional Pieces), Disclaimer: Some of the articles on Mighty Actor include affiliate links to sites like Amazon, Skillshare, and others. . You must have felt powerful after you made that choice. Brienne the Beauty they called me. you know, Youre the worst mom in the entire world and I wish you were dead . But I dont want you to. All the crops are long gone. A monologue from the screenplay by Richard Linklater, Julie Delpy, & Ethan Hawke. Here, here, or here? Allow Necessary Cookies & Continue I want to change my statement. They include a couple hidden theater gems as well as several famous female monologues, good for either Broadway or the local playhouse. Devilish MacbethBy many of these trains hath sought to win meInto his power, and modest wisdom plucks meFrom over-credulous haste: but God aboveDeal between thee and me! I sleep near by, and I dream of nothing but crimes Just now I have a murder case in court oh, I can stand that, but do you know what is worse than anything else? My whole life. Its gonna make ya proud one day I promise you. What can it not?Yet what can it when one cannot repent?O wretched state! The cup was passed around for all of us to drink. . Impenetrable 6. . 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. Last week. 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. So busted. I turned back to look at your little body, a naked scrap of promise lying in the dust. Maybe it wont. 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. But there are too many scruples, and my reason is alarmed at the contempt of a choice so worthy; although to monarchs only my [proud] birth may assign me, Rodrigo, with honor I shall live under thy laws.