I went to a real estate office. See, he could have took and bought him a can of shoe polish and got him a rag. Its murder. what causeHath my behavior given to your displeasure,That thus you should proceed to put me off,And take your good grace from me? Screaming at her. Then get out. . Twenty-five dollars buys you an opportunity. I always knew what the right path was. He is sternAs I am heedless and the slaves deserveTo feel a master. He spared me because he wanted me to live in shame. Except that I loved her. Its a path made of principle that leads to character. And Im already dead. New York: Brantanos, 1922. Youre good at it. I dont feel anything. And all as artificial as the Matrix itself, although, only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. Monologue Blogger contains powerful, intense and edgy pieces for an actress and we would like to share with you 15 Powerful Female Dramatic Monologues. Its a valuable future. We have the talks. The childs side. In my fantasy world, had my mother lived, I would be extremely well-dressed. I was meant to burn there, with everything else. You must be able to see it Mr. Anderson. I kept on pushingjust like I always have where Shelby was concernedhoping shed sit up and argue with me. The only fucking person I have ever allowed to call me Judy. ELEEMOSYNARY 11. 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. 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 want you to know I understand, Even though were enemies, you and I, I understand the fury that drives you. Bethink thee, sister, of our fathers fate,Abhorred, dishonored, self-convinced of sin,Blinded, himself his executioner.Think of his mother-wife (ill sorted names)Done by a noose herself had twined to deathAnd last, our hapless brethren in one day,Both in a mutual destiny involved,Self-slaughtered, both the slayer and the slain.Bethink thee, sister, we are left alone;Shall we not perish wretchedest of all,If in defiance of the law we crossA monarchs will?weak women, think of that,Not framed by nature to contend with men.Remember this too that the stronger rules;We must obey his orders, these or worse.Therefore I plead compulsion and entreatThe dead to pardon. 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. Ah, its not the same. But I couldnt leave. I picked up a piece of glass, and I pointed it at my mom and I threatened to kill her. What have I got Harry, hmm? 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. Read the play here Student Edition|Regular Edition, A monologue from the play by Frank Wedekind. You could come home tomorrow and its fine. A monologue from the play by John Webster. Not necessarily good in the sense of being able to solve lots of stuff, because Im not, but good in the sense that I stand for something. Rats were the cause of the bubonic plague, but thats some time ago. (Beat). I know, I know, were not supposed to have favorites, but still were only human. 1-minute monologues from plays for auditions and acting practice. O rage! 10 Short Dramatic Monologues for Your 90-Second Musical Theatre Audition : PerformerStuff More Good Stuff It appears that you are outside of North America. All my instruments are gone. Dont do anything you might regret. Dramatic Monologues For Girls . 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. Now, youre right when you say my father was no business man. Ed. admits] no man without honor, and thy jealous pride, by this foul [lit. Dramatic Monologue for Adult Male. I see with sorrow that love compels me to utter sighs for that [object] which [as a princess] I must disdain. Dramatic Monologues Actor, writer, and Backstage Expert Mallory Fuccella knows the importance of finding a dramatic monologue with the correct tone, and she's here to help. Female Theatre Monologues for Teens Dry Land (Ruby Rae Speigel) Ester: I've been sleeping in my swimsuit. I fed her at my own breast even though they told me to give her to the wet nurse. The power-hungry Lady Macbeth will not be ignored. And if there are any irregularities to be found, rest assured they will be. LOVE, LOSS, AND WHAT I WORE 2. Then the death of my son in a car accident, the murder of my husband, then alcoholism, depression, grief, and every death leading up to this trial. . I got no one to care for. 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