THE OFFICIAL MONOLOGUE THREAD!

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[Graceful Lullaby]

I find solo songs from musicals to be monologues, since most (should be anyways) tell a story and the melody just makes it more fun to sing and listen to. ... Unless the singing is bad.

[Lord Burandon]

I really enjoyed one from Richard II by Shakespseare.
(this is from memory, bear with it razz )


Lets talk of graves of worms and epitaphs.
Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes, write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
Lets choose executors, and talk of wills, and yet not so.
For what can we bequeath, save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Our lands, our lives, are all Bolingbroke's, and nothing can we call our own but death
and that small model of a barren earth which serves as paste to cover our bones.
For Gods sake, lets sit up upon the ground,
and talk about the sad death of kings. How some have been deposed, some slain in war, some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed.
Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killed.
All murdered.
For within the hollow crown that rounds the mortal temples of Kings, keeps death his court, and there the antic sits.
Scoffing at his state, grinning at his pomp.
Allowing him a little breath and a little scene, to monarchize, be feared and kill with looks, infusing him with self and vain conceit.
As if this flesh which walls about our life were brass impregnable.
And humoured thus, comes at last with little pin bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood with solemn reverence. Throw away respect, tradition and ceremonies duty.
For you have but mistook me all this while.
I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief, need friends subjected thus.
HOW can you say to ME, I am a King.


I did it in a show last year, and it really stuck with me.

[fuzzykitty01]

you guys! I'm looking for the best comedic two minute monologue by Anne shirley (anne of green gables, obv.)! Help! Ir's for tomorrow!!! I didnt know we had this thread here and was so surprised to find it!yay actors and actresses! blaugh

[purple_rubber_ducky12]

i like the glass menagerie monologue with amanda. got in my talented drama program with that one smile

[Kureha Tsubasa]

(The ending monologue for Our Town by Thornton Wilder.)

Most everybody's asleep in Grover's Corners. There are a few lights on: Shorty Hawkins, down at the depot, has just watched the Albany train go by. And at the livery stable somebody's setting up late and talking.--Yes, it's clearing up. There are the stars, doing their old, old crisscross journey across the sky. Scholars haven't settled the matter yet, but they seem to think there are no living beings up there. Just chalk...or fire. Only this one is straining away, straining away all the time to make somethiing of itself. The strain's so bad that every sixteen hours everyone lies down and gets a rest.
He winds his watch.
Hm...Eleven o'clock in Grover's Corners.--You get a good rest too. Good night.

(Kind of short but compared to some of the other monologues in that play it's a relief for the character. Trust me.)

[richarddy]

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[em125]

I have to learn this one by Saturday for an audition! I'm gonna die! sad

Maybe I should finally tell you the whole truth. Then you can go off and be happy with your girlfriend here forever and finally leave me alone.
I did it. I set the fire. It was all my fault. The girls in the room, my roommates, I hated them. They were cruel to me. All the time. So I wanted to die. And I wanted them to die with me. But they died, and I didn’t. I heard them scream, and there was a moment when I wanted to take it all back, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t move. I was trapped. So I had to keep listening, and now I have to live with it. I’m a monster on the outside now, too. I deserve to be alone, uncared for. I deserve to be tortured. I deserve all of it. I’m a terrible person. I’m not even a person. I wish I were dead. I wish I never existed. You should just go, both of you, and leave me here. Or maybe I should go. Go somewhere to die.
Now you know the real me, Michael. I’ve kept you trapped in this tomb with me all this time, and you never knew. You never did anything to me but be nice. And I made you a prisoner here with me. I’m sorry, Michael. I’m a terrible person. I hate myself. I’m a terrible person. I hate myself. But I’m a coward. I couldn’t tell you the truth. I couldn’t be alone. I was scared. I’m so sorry. I understand if you want to leave. You should leave.

[eliekorio]

HI I NEED A SERIOUS DRAMTIC MONOLUGE PREFERABLLY FOR A MALE TEEN, BUT NOTHING LIKE ABOUT PARENTS DIVORCE OR GRADES, THANKS.

[AthenaKali]

One of my favourite Shakespeare monologues from Hamlet

Hamlet: To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.

[Kon no koto]

I'm looking for a very dramatic short monologue about a crazy person... Please help smile

[TheDramaFreak96]

i have an audition on tuesday at 6 for a murder-comedy play. There are only five female roles available, and I'm not sure if i'll need to prepare a monologue, so I'm going to anyway. Can anyone come up with something that can show any comic ability? It may be a lot to ask, but I really can't think of anything!

[kgg90955]

Please help! I need a monologue for my upcoming Governor's School audition. I'm male, almost 17, and 5'11". The selection needs to be either from classical material (prose or poetry) or from a modern play. Character should be close to my age. Needs to demonstrate a range of abilities. I also sing, so could include a line or two of singing. I'd really appreciate any and all suggestions!!! Hoping to find something not too overdone, and not too dark. Thanks for your help!!!

[LadyTouletPaperOfDenmark]

kgg90955

Please help! I need a monologue for my upcoming Governor's School audition. I'm male, almost 17, and 5'11". The selection needs to be either from classical material (prose or poetry) or from a modern play. Character should be close to my age. Needs to demonstrate a range of abilities. I also sing, so could include a line or two of singing. I'd really appreciate any and all suggestions!!! Hoping to find something not too overdone, and not too dark. Thanks for your help!!!

DRAMATIC :: M

Craig's mother died of cancer two weeks ago at a very young age. Craig's father sent him to a therapist to help deal with this tragic loss. Craig does not like the idea of seeing a therapist, but he agrees to go to please his father. Here, he is speaking to the therapist.

Craig: You understand? You understand? No, you don't understand. You think just because you have a Ph.D. and a framed certificate on the wall, that you magically know what I'm feeling? What a load of crap. You've just doing your job -- making your money. You probably never cared about anyone in your life. Well I do. I care too much. That's why I'm going crazy. I feel like I'm losing my mind. Every time I see a woman who even slightly resembles my mom, I swear she's gonna turn around and it will be her. Alive, here, now, smiling at me. But it never is. I keep waking up in the middle of the night, screaming, all drenched in sweat. Yesterday, I put my fist through the window and shattered it into pieces. My mom is dead. She's dead, and I can't even cry. Cause if I do, it'll mean I accept, really accept, that she's gone forever. I don't want to do that. I can't do it. Can you understand that? I can't let my mom be gone.

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