I did never think to marry: I must not seem proud: happy are they that hear their detractions and can put them to mending. I charge you, O women! What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe? Well you're in the right place. Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach. Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. No port is free, no place That guard and most unusual vigilance Does not attend my taking. That you were made of is mettel to make virgins. Simplicity and clarity are the most important aspects of performing a Shakespeare monologue.
You might be performing one of the most famous male Shakespeare monologues, but for your character it is the first time. Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war And thus hath so bestirred thee in thy sleep, That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream, And in thy face strange motions have appeared, Such as we see when men restrain their breath On some great sudden hest. O that I were a man! I give them with this ring, Which when you part from, lose, or give away, Let it presage the ruin of your love And be my vantage to exclaim on you. The human mortals want their winter cheer: No night is now with hymn or carol blest. And, had you not by wondrous fortune come, This vengeance on me had they executed. O, that she knew she were!.
That it should come to this! This monologue occurs after she has just found out her quipping partner, Benedick, is in love with her. The benefit and challenge of choosing Shakespeare for your audition piece is the plethora of genuinely obscure speeches, many of which could make casting directors sit up and pay attention. Plenty and peace breeds cowards, hardness ever Of hardiness is mother. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself. Demetrius explains his intention for following Helena, Lysander, and Hermia into the forest, and he admits that his love for Hermia has vanished. Maybe something really juicy for your next audition? In fact, despite our love for his work, we often struggle to defend many of them.
Want to take your auditioners on a journey throughout your speech? O, let her brother live! Now, sit, this staff is my sister; for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand. She begs him to speak with her husband, distraught that her marriage is faltering. Here is our guide to working on your monologue: 1 Read the play. Most readers would be familiar with all or at least some of them. However, if you haven't encountered these plays before, Shakespeare Monologues is a great volume to browse through and enjoy at leisure. Thy tyranny, Together working with thy jealousies Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle For girls of nine , O think what they have done And then run mad indeed: stark mad! She is one of the feistiest and and admirable female characters that Shakespeare has produced. I urged you further: then you scratched your head, And too impatiently stamped with your foot.
Henry V: Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead. Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue and groan: Some men must love my lady and some Joan. Here, Isabella asks the Duke for forgiveness for her brother, and tells the Duke how wrongfully she and Claudio have been treated. Now come I to my sister: mark the moan she makes. If you are auditioning for a or simply looking to work on some great text, this list should be very useful. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Day, yield me not thy light, nor, night, thy rest! Laertes advises that she use her discretion when judging if Hamlet actually loves her or not, as the decisions Hamlet makes are determined by his status as the Prince of Denmark. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Why, it must be requited. Here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man. Thou shouldst be mad; And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus. Why brand they us With base? Hamlet: O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Perfection is a helpful way of looking at performing a Shakespeare monologue. What simple thief brags of his own attaint? It is not nor it cannot come to good.
It is my lady, O, it is my love! I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. We connect you, the theatre professional, with a network that showcases everyone involved in theatre. Let husbands know Their wives have sense like them: they see and smell And have their palates both for sweet and sour As husbands have. O, be some other name! I have begun, And now I give my sensual race the rein: Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite; Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes, That banish what they sue for. For, meeting her of late behind the wood, Seeking sweet favours from this hateful fool, I did upbraid her and fall out with her.
Who might be your mother, That you insult, exult, and all at once, Over the wretched? Shall love, in building, grow so ruinous? If you feel like you are struggling with your acting check out. For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men. Then, lest he may, prevent. There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts; How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars; Who, inward searched, have livers white as milk. Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered. Methought, what pain it was to drown: What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears; What ugly sights of death within mine eyes! So have a look around and see what you can learn.
But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue. O, here comes my nurse. So we grew together Like a double cherry, seeming parted But yet an union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded the one stem; So with two seeming bodies but one heart; Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one, and crowned with one crest. Mistress Page, a married woman, has just received a love letter from one of the most bawdy, unruly, and rude men in London: Sir John Falstaff, a man she has not seen more than twice in her entire life. Most readers would be familiar with all or at least some of them. He is distraught and perhaps even alone since his friends are either dead or have run away. Dear my lord, Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.