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 high rank becomes [lit. I have to do this again. I can hardly look at you standing by your bags. Im just so..bored. 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. The scar is all I have left of you. His touch stayed with me long after the pain had gone and I longed for it. . You dont know what outta order is, Mr. Trask! Thus I stand revengedGo, crown some other with a prophets woe.Lookl it is he, it is Apollos selfRending from me the prophet-robe he gave.God! Every inch of me shall perish. The hair goes, and the waist. . 1-minute monologues from plays for auditions and acting practice. How unfamiliar words like collateral and rendition became frightening. O yet, for Gods sake, go not to these wars!The time was, father, that you broke your word,When you were more endeared to it than now;When your own Percy, when my hearts dear Harry,Threw many a northward look to see his fatherBring up his powers; but he did long in vain.Who then persuaded you to stay at home?There were two honours lost, yours and your sons.For yours, the God of heaven brighten it!For his, it stuck upon him as the sunIn the grey vault of heaven, and by his lightDid all the chivalry of England moveTo do brave acts: he was indeed the glassWherein the noble youth did dress themselves:He had no legs that practised not his gait;And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,Became the accents of the valiant;For those that could speak low and tardilyWould turn their own perfection to abuse,To seem like him: so that in speech, in gait,In diet, in affections of delight,In military rules, humours of blood,He was the mark and glass, copy and book,That fashiond others. Im tired of pretending that I cannot continue acting as as if I do not love you. Youre Virtual Dad! I will go home and much of what I will have to say will seem strange to the people of my village. I dont think it matters. A monologue from the tv series created by Sam Levinson. When you do, the devil gets bored. F*** what your mum and dad did to you and your brother. So . Now youre supposed to be here, but youre gone at the same time, sort of like . 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. That little voice. I dont know if Charlies silence here today is right or wrong. Something thats unholy and evil. 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. And it was wonderful. Somebody steals from me, I cut off his hands. (Beat). 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. A Christmas Carol - Drama. But for thisI feel no penitence; my life is love:If I must shed blood, it shall be by force.Till now, no drop from an Assyrian veinHath flowd for me, nor hath the smallest coinOf Ninevehs vast treasures oer been lavishdOn objects which could cost her Sons a tear:If then they hate me, tis because I hate not:If they rebel, tis because I oppress not.Oh, men! 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! . And thou, glorious instrument of my exploits, but yet a useless ornament of an enfeebled body numbed by age [lit. I turned back to look at your little body, a naked scrap of promise lying in the dust. Theyre nasty little sh*ts and nasty little sh*ts arent worth crying over.. And I realized I was the ugliest girl alive. Its like a long carpet thats just laid out right beneath me. Its no longer a secret that I love you. Those brown eyes. Do you think anybody dares to be friendly with me, who has to collect all the debts, all the money obligations, of the whole city? It is a misery to be a man! %PDF-1.5 Tis thouHast sold me to this novice, and my heartMakes only wars on thee. And it was it was it was leading me home. Qyburn here is the cleverest man I know. So kneel down over here, please, so I can connect you to this battery. If you buy something through one of these links, we may earn an affiliate commission at no additional cost to you. If love lives by hope, it perishes with it; it is a fire which becomes extinguished for want of fuel; and, in spite of the severity of my sad lot. Where to Find It: The Perfect Audition Monologue: First Edition 7. Then chose to protect me. No, I am not a revered doctor, brother; no, all the knowledge of this world has not found its abode in me. . Are you getting a divorce? Instead, I stand before you, mask off, to tell you the Gods honest. A monologue from the screenplay by JayCocks, Steven Zaillian, and Kenneth Lonergan. What do you know? She has been arrested for trying to buy heroin not for herself but for her addicted grandmother, and has been ordered by a judge to attend an encounter group for drug addicts. She was mine and you took her from me. Fear. Tommy really does nothing but propose to me. What, do you tremble? Ive never owned a house. 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. To view the purposes they believe they have legitimate interest for, or to object to this data processing use the vendor list link below. We all make our choices. Oh Mother, a girl doesnt get diphtheria in the back of her knees, why so fainthearted? Two wrongs do not make a right. My impotence set in a year ago. I think its October but I cant be sure. He rushed out the door and down to the school-yard, the first game he had ever come to, and my mother put his supper in the oven, for later I hadnt reminded my father of the game. What are the chances of that really? Therefore proceed. Tomb, bridal chamber,eternal prison in the caverned rock,whither I go to find mine own, thosemany who have perished, and whomPersephone hath received among the dead!Last of all shall I pass thither, and far mostmiserably of all, before the term of my life is spent.But I cherish good hope that my coming will bewelcome to my father, and pleasant to thee, my mother, and welcome, brother, to thee; for, when you died,with mine own hands I washed and dressed you,and poured drink-offerings at your graves;and now, Polyneices, tis for tending thy corpsethat I win such recompense as this. It would be poetic I suppose, but fast, too fast. 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? His fingers were cold where they touched-no, prodded-me. Well my name is Tyler-May. I had power over nothing. We never owned anything. That must be difficult for you. You dont like them. . The IRA was nowhere near as scary as what had just happened to our lives. Can I move this?. The physical therapists. Your daughter will die here in this cell and youll be here watching as she does, youll be here the rest of your days. and the other, Yakoff, was ill most of the time he coughed a lot . After this time, if tickets are still available, they can . La Sainte Courtisane. You lied to me . I hurt myself, It doesnt hurt. View Bargaining by Kellie Powell Abigail, is there any other cause than you have told me, for Goody Proctor discharging you? NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from The Moscow Art Theatre Series of Plays. 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? Any bags/backpacks that are larger in size will need to be returned to the owners vehicle or disposed of. Its a bad plan. Your fathers gone, youre gone. 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 could have walked away and left poor Ser Gregor to die. But today, you decide. Dont let them see your tears, he told me. That night, I was asleep and you came in and jumped on top of me, with the receipt. (She turns and looks upon the palace door. Someday all the trees in the world will have fallen. what friend of mineThat had to him derived your anger, did IContinue in my liking? My family never owned one either. Which way shall I turn? It was too damn hard. We must never let them take it from us. 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! Here's a monologue of him talking to his friend, Ivan, as they wait for the bus. You do love me, and I love you, too. I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing; how the sun was shining; if it rained. 1883 2. And, uh, manipulated me. I like thinking about the red dress and the television and you and your father. How I loved you! Whose greeting renders my returnDelightful? this affliction of love, and has never let go of me since, but kept on growing. I never got to have a mother, but Myrcella did. Of course it f***ing is! But already such a bright little girl! I knew, somehow, that I had to stay alive. has known how] to render me unworthy of it. O heaven! Stealing from my mom. I know why you made that vow to your father. 1 0 obj Its the right path. A monologue from the play by Donald Margulies. Because hes not a Baird man! I just sat there holding Shelbys hand while the sounds got softer and the beeps got farther apart until all was quiet. And everything would have been different. I killed the last honorable man fifteen years ago. Like, somehow this night took things away from me and I expressed them to you, and you took them with you! They wanted me to hurt because healing me gave them a reason to live, a reason to continue to believe in themselves. What am I supposed to do? Synopsis: A woman eats her husband's divorce papers in an attempt to halt the proceedings. Not even my parents. And Im Kelly Anne Baldwin, raised in Houston, daughter of Karen and Ed Baldwin. Bowling, playing poker, art . Just to see which fingers twitch a little and which ones remain lifeless. Oh, I suppose I am sick. 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. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me?What wheels? But sometimes. The sound of your scream. I say he could have did something with that quarter. Although the kid giving the monologue might not understand all the jokes, it's all in the delivery. The little girl-dress suits me better than that old sack. Oh, really? Of course, there are a couple of intense dramatic monologues from Shakespeare. And that is my story! Id throw my things in a cardboard box and run outside in my pajamas in bare feet. Like it was all some elaborate scheme I thought up. We have the talks. Boy On Black Top Road 5. I understand your trepidation in repeating it. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. It was the Shrangri-La, and we were in the Sea of Japan and my radar had jammed, and my homing signal was gone because somebody in Japan was actually using the same frequency. This ones on half an acre and uh, this one is older, but it has a really good view and the neighborhoods pretty. 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. I was meant to burn there, with everything else. ah fie! . Monologue Categories: Vulnerable monologues, angry . The cup was passed around for all of us to drink. I tried to run away, but Renly Baratheon took me in his arms. The roads are peopled by refugees towing carts and road gangs looking for fuel and food. When I wear my penitential robe Ill be dressed like the queen of the fairies underneath. Your purpose, right? There was a long shear of bright light, then a series of low concussions. Kelly added it all up and knew she had to let me go. I found the letters you wrote to him as a child, and I read them. A monologue from the screenplay by Richard Linklater, Julie Delpy, & Ethan Hawke. I kept on pushingjust like I always have where Shelby was concernedhoping shed sit up and argue with me. nay, gave noticeHe was from thence discharged. Well one night I heard a noise thieves creeping in! We spend our youth unconscious, feeling immortal, then we marry and have kids and awaken with a shock to mortality, theirs, ours, thats all we see. 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 think you think Im weak. That one tonight, who was he? Copyright [2023] Mighty Actor, DRAMATIC MONOLOGUES FOR TEENS/KIDS (BOYS), DRAMATIC MONOLOGUES FOR TEENS/KIDS (GIRLS), 20 Best Contemporary Dramatic Monologues For Men From Plays, 22 Best Classical Dramatic Monologues For Men, 23 Dramatic Monologues For Men From Movies, 53 Best Dramatic Shakespeare Monologues For Men, The Top 5 Reasons Actors Should Move To Atlanta, 7 Best Modeling Agencies In Iowa (Up-to-date & Current Listings), 19 Dramatic Shakespeare Monologues For Women, 21 Contemporary Dramatic Monologues For Women From Published Plays. You could come home tomorrow and its fine. Well, yknow, Ill tell you what there is about me. But you are aware of what they call me. Id show you but Im too old; Im too tired; Im too f***in blind. heres not a day goes by I dont feel regret. All you know is you find them repulsive. I was afraid that I wouldnt survive the next few minutes while they turned off the machines. I mean, to what end? Where does the hawk look? Then get out. He is worthy of me, but he belongs to Chimne; the present which I made of him [to her], injures me. But she doesnt listen. That first morning she was there, I was eating breakfast with a few of my siblings when my new stepmom walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. For many years I blamed this on my moms death. Just let me help you, Gavin. Is that my share? I didnt think so. A monologue from the play by Tracey Scott Wilson. All lives, save loveless lives, true Love should pardon. 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. NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from The Moscow Art Theatre Series of Plays. (Reading from a letter): My father is deceasd! F*** it. The doctors. What are you aware of? Here, here, or here? These can be the same as your pre-screening monologues or different. 44 Dramatic Monologues For Teens. Consider for a moment the world a rat lives in. Lets talk about what youre feeling. It said: This is the New World and in this world you can be whoever the f*** you want. You never see in them this unbearable ostentation, and their piety is human and tractable. 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.. But youre right. 24 Dramatic Monologues For Teenage Females 1. Then Ill look up;My fault is past. Idve tortured the f*** out of them if I had them here, just like Im going to torture the f*** out of you now too. 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. This refusal of the child catalyzes her recollection of what happened to her own baby when she was a child soldier. And youre not medicated? Now I wish you would tell mewhy didnt it happen between us? I can take off any day this week and Ill pay for it out of my own pocket. But you have a great excuse, because the rainforest isnt wired for cell service. But Alex felt strongly it was a bad idea. 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. If it were done, when tis done, then twere wellIt were done quickly: if the assassinationCould trammel up the consequence, and catchWith his surcease success; that but this blowMight be the be-all and the end-all here,But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,Wed jump the life to come. Out here, you turn towards the pain as it tears into you. Undine has really been through hell. But if one were to determine what attributes the Jews share with a beast, it would be that of the rat. I chose to love him. All monologues must be from published plays (no musicals; no film/TV scripts; no original material). And if I wanted something I could just reach out and take it. I know you dont want to move, but whatever house you choose will be yours. And Jules talking about how were gonna live together when she goes off to college and sleep in the same bed, and be together forever. Its just a bullshit word. Herehere go a quarter. A monologue from the play by Pierre Corneille. to safeguard thine own life,The best way is to venge my Gloucesters death. and how invoke my Sire?Shall I declare that from a loving wifeTo her dear lord I bear them? Watching for any kind of reaction. I mean, theres nothing else to say, you know? . ), A monologue from the play by J. Thalia Cunningham. You do whatever you want. Trans. Black kids dont go into the cafeteria and shoot up everybody or stalk teachers and shoot them. Friends, be gone;I have myself resolved upon a courseWhich has no need of you; be gone:My treasures in the harbour, take it. King Henry VI, Part II. But those phrases were invented by professors at universities. 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 . But I couldnt leave. NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from The Dramatic Works of Molire, Vol. Lawrence Harbison has selected 100 terric monologues for men from contemporary plays, all by characters between the ages of 18 and 35 perfect for auditions or class. Theres these moments that shape our lives, moments you have no control over. . . And I even will have moments when I wonder if the quiet was not better than all that death and hatred. (talking, through tears, about the last minutes with Shelby) I stayed there. Am I a bad person? Now thats the stuff leaders should be made of. . Be then no longer surprised if my troubled soul with impatience awaits their bridal; thou seest that my happiness [lit. The consent submitted will only be used for data processing originating from this website. And him, O wondrous him!O miracle of men! where she struggles to navigate the battlefield of an inner-city high school while keeping her past a secret and striving for an education. I lie in bed and stare at the canopy and imagine ways of killing my enemies. And this great name of Cid, which thou hast just now won. And there he was, jumping up and down, showing his teeth, excited as hell. 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.