) You dont realize how lucky you are. Christ pitied everybody and he said to us: Go and do likewise! I tell you if you pity a man when he most needs it, good comes of it. Its gonna make ya proud one day I promise you. Count, be now the instructor of my prince! Then continues.) They do not care to display for the interest of Heaven a more ardent zeal than Heaven itself displays. He grinned and waved, and gestured to the man beside him. All you know is you find them repulsive. Thats called courage! Diverse consciences. . There is an overwhelming, and there is an all-pervading, hatreda hatredof people like you. A lawyer. And then they all started to laugh. This is the best I could come up with, okay? It made me feel cold, like if love wasnt for me!. I think thats why I want to be with you, I think, I think, because I think that being with you would help maybe make me more the type of guy that I want to be. Yes, freedom has fangs. I cannot blink what I saw, Abigail, for my enemies will not blink it. I would torture you to death just for writing a story like that, let alone acting it out! 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! Really? I was afraid hed show up and embarrass me. He gave me this, you know. Well one night I heard a noise thieves creeping in! And I, I look down there, and then in the darkness theres this uh, theres this green trail. That almost happened to me once, Mary. Actually, it started happening last winter. I wouldnt bring another one of you sons into this world! And I am no murderer. O, the cry did knockAgainst my very heart. Um, these, uh A preoccupation with my own mortality. . O inimical old age! I am not yet divorced, Im being investigated by the FBI, Im carrying the child of another man and Im not really a junkie. Out of Water 9. racks? We believe this conscience to be a single thing, but it is many-sided. Like, somehow this night took things away from me and I expressed them to you, and you took them with you! I hope that the world turns and that things get better. People around me say it automatically in response to how are you doing? I just dont want to have to call her. 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 mean the two of them were really getting into it. Its a hostile world, indeed. At home that night he never mentioned the game or being there. remarkable] insult, in spite of the choice of the king, has contrived [lit. 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 . 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. Good-bye, grandfather, they said and they went away back home to Russia . The following six two minute monologues are comedic, contemporary and for women. Its not even the lies that hurt, you know? It was me. Learn I hurt, dont you understand that? Go to a hotel, go live with her, but dont come back! 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. Who sent me to it?Who hath the honour to advance VittoriaTo this incontinent college? Its good. 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. Is not that glimmer there afar That dying exhalation that pale star A tiny taper, which, with trembling blazeFlickering twixt struggling flames and dying rays,With ineffectual sparkMakes the dark dwelling place appear more dark?Yes, for its distant light,Reflected dimly, brings before my sightA dungeons awful gloom,Say rather of a living corse, a living tomb;And to increase my terror and surprise,Drest in the skins of beasts a man there lies:A piteous sight,Chained, and his sole companion this poor light.Since then we cannot fly,Let us attentive to his words draw nigh,Whatever they may be. And I had said, you know, we could talk about it. Oliver M. Sayler. And as the crowd broke up and our team stampeded out of the school-yard, cleats clicking and scraping blue sparks on the sidewalk, I looked back once through the wire fence and saw my father still sitting on the now-empty bench. I keep thinking Im gonna wake up and everythings gonna be fine. Every scar, every flaw, every imperfection. 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 Alex felt strongly it was a bad idea. Cos when Im an old man, you know what? But it also gave her anxiety because it meant that in the good times, there would be bad times. I was meant to burn there, with everything else. I have ice in my glass And Ive lost her all over again. Youd rather be with someone who, I dunno, who wore leather jackets. A monologue from the play by Pierre Corneille. I used to be the same. But I will teach and work and things will happen, slowly and swiftly. 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. You do whatever you want. That these feelings were fixed and constant and would never end for the rest of my life. Youre selfish, do you know that? My third comfortStarrd most unluckily, is from my breast,The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth,Haled out to murder: myself on every postProclaimed a strumpet: with immodest hatredThe child-bed privilege denied, which longsTo women of all fashion; lastly, hurriedHere to this place, i the open air, beforeI have got strength of limit. A man's love is like that. THE BELLES OF THE MILL 20 Dramatic Monologues For Women From Tv-Shows 1. But then I would wake up and the voice would start all over again. And that is my story! I flunked that part, and if a person isnt right before my eyes, I dont necessarily believe they exist. But that wasnt your lovers way, was it? New York: Charles Scribners Sons, 1912. I went and stood in a card shop for a bit to sort my head out. I remember watching him closely in the morning, trying to uncover the mystery of manhood, the rituals of work. And the stamina; the capacity for staying up late, to read or watch a movie, never mind sex. There was a long shear of bright light, then a series of low concussions. They were toying with me. An example of data being processed may be a unique identifier stored in a cookie. Jackson couldnt take it. and which in this insult has served me for show, and not for defence, go, abandon henceforth the most dishonored [lit. Which way shall I turn? We all looked at each other then back at Mary as she happily made her way to the stove to put on the kettle. Each finger, my palms, my thumbs. Retrogression even. Last week. King Henry VI, Part II. F*** it. Prison teaches no good and Siberia doesnt either but another human being can . However, feel free to browse tips and download any public domain (free) monologues on our site. For although in my arrogance I swore to fall out of love, it is not as easy as falling in love. He gave his life to that store. Be then no longer surprised if my troubled soul with impatience awaits their bridal; thou seest that my happiness [lit. Would you agree? The Long Goodbye, was that it? But it did sound a lot calmer than the way I would describe it. This was a great man. Isnt that right, Uncle Billy? . No books. Just to see which fingers twitch a little and which ones remain lifeless. Bowling, playing poker, art . Anyway, wed kinda been delaying the conversation and Halloween rolls around and Alex has a pirate outfit and a skeleton costume laid out for him on his bed and he asks, what about Snow White? Bug Study 4. But today, you decide. It struck me as amusing. 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. 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. Therefore proceed. But I cant. I wake up and I think.again? (talking, through tears, about the last minutes with Shelby) I stayed there. I mean, to what end? So we have this illusion of being one person for all, of having a personality that is unique in all our acts. She was mine and you took her from me. But youre right. Fear. How to destroy Ellaria Sand, the woman who murdered my only daughter. 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. To whom should I complain? For what purpose, what goal? I dont have any of your magic, Walt. However, the reason the Fuhrer has brought me off my Alps in Austria and placed me in French cow country today is because it does occur to me. <> Oh, really? 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In my fantasy world, had my mother lived, I would be extremely well-dressed. Im his only living child, so he wanted to make a good match for me. The 61-year-old actor was joined by his wife, Laura Louie, 55 . has known how] to render me unworthy of it. Men are supposed to be made of steel or something. See how they are chapped and bleeding I can never wear my clothes more than a few days because they smell of other peoples crimes At times I have the place fumigated with sulphur, but it does not help. I stood at a distance, halfway down the block. 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! Im not finished! Laughing and chattering such pretty sounds. Text I. . Believe me. For me to hate you, you must love me, and that you will not do. And we go through the same routine every time. Is that supposed to be some sort of compensation? take up piano; Im taking piano. Each monologue must be under 90 seconds in length. 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. They couldnt keep the game going any longer. I admit it, sometimes I use excessive force. I didnt want to go, but he dragged me to the ballroom. Sometimes it was so cold my toes turned blue. They had to wait and save their money before they even thought of a decent home. The doctors. Here are some predecessors that stand out: 1. . Oh, this one has three bedrooms. A monologue from the tv series written by Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Emerald Fennell, Suzanne Heathcote, & Laura Neal. Youre Virtual Dad! Wait for what?! It was a son Michael! and how invoke my Sire?Shall I declare that from a loving wifeTo her dear lord I bear them? The Hershey Theatre will only permit bags 5"x8"x1" or smaller, which includes hand clutches, wristlets and small purses. Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Can you live there, Gavin? 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! I dont know. . Dont do anything you might regret. It belongs to someone who has yet to come. Have fun preparing for your . A monologue from the screenplay by Mario Puzo & Francis Ford Coppola. the last] of his race; pass, to avenge me, into better hands! They came en masse, dressed in their Alexanders best. <>/XObject<>/ProcSet[/PDF/Text/ImageB/ImageC/ImageI] >>/MediaBox[ 0 0 612 792] /Contents 4 0 R/Group<>/Tabs/S>> Shell sit there watching Jeopardy and bad-mouth my dad. We never owned anything. I know that. all of ice], thou sword, hitherto to be feared. *B U(%s7+Yl/= . Lavinia, come,He cuts their throatsReceive the blood: and when that they are deadLet me go grind their bones to powder smallAnd with this hateful liquor temper it;And in that paste let their vile heads be baked.Come, come, be every one officiousTo make this banquet; which I wish may proveMore stern and bloody than the Centaurs feast.So, now bring them in, for Ill play the cook,And see them ready gainst their mother comes. A monologue from the screenplay by JayCocks, Steven Zaillian, and Kenneth Lonergan. 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. Does my arm [i.e. God!How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,Seem to me all the uses of this world!Fie ont! I never got to have a mother, but Myrcella did. They shoved each other and threatened to duel when they thought it was their turn to dance. Accounting & Finance; Business, Companies and Organisation, Activity; Case Studies; Economy & Economics; Marketing and Markets; People in Business At least a fireman. Then I rose back up again with a full heart and buried him in his own blood He was the only man I ever killed worth remembering. 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Its the fact that youre never really emotionally prepared for someone to leave you. That must be difficult for you. I want to change my statement. Makers of men; creators of leaders; be careful what kind of leaders youre producin here. And the future, John Lennon probably put it best. Rats were the cause of the bubonic plague, but thats some time ago. Soon, millions of people will see me and theyll all like me. It wasnt much but it was twenty-five cents more than he had. Id like to help you out with that myself, if thats all right with you. Do you know the difference, or is there only one way for you? And except for the tail, they even rather look alike, dont they? What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me?What wheels? Shelley Dean Milman. Rather, I shouldnt say suddenly. and so the three of us together looked after the house . She was a schoolteacher named Mary May. It was an abortion, Michael! Ive never owned a house. I dont know. Today, it is headed in another. Whose greeting renders my returnDelightful? Out here, you turn towards the pain as it tears into you. I had power over nothing. The rules are different here. (Vicious.) I just feel so . Synopsis: A woman eats her husband's divorce papers in an attempt to halt the proceedings. There is one for this person, and another for that. (Beat.) Were hungry!, Theres thieves for you, my dear! I like the way I feel. [Laughs.] Do you know the campground is only twelve miles away from here? What are you aware of? Your moms with someone. 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. And if there are any irregularities to be found, rest assured they will be. He sees another soul to eat. And then when he comes over to pick me up, she puts on lipstick! 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? (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 watch them do this. And Im Kelly Anne Baldwin, raised in Houston, daughter of Karen and Ed Baldwin. This is the moment when you swing by to tell me youre leaving again, on a longer trip with a bigger grant to study something even stranger than before, before Im even used to having you around? 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. . And I decided on that day that I was Undine Barnes, who bore no relationship to those people. There was no noise, no tremble. 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. A monologue from the screenplay by Paddy Chayefsky. I wish I could share that I wish, that everyone, if only for one moment, could feel that awe, and humility, and hope.