And after she told me, she tried to kiss me. I’m the only person she’s told. But she won’t tell anyone. I Kissed Marisa - Comedic Monologue, Female Excerpt: 'You’ve got to swear to keep this quiet, Benny.
It includes a range of both Dramatic and Comedic monologues. Browse the index, or search for a This is a list of great monologues for women. I'm More Man than You - Comedic Monologue, FemaleThe Monologue Database was created in 1999 by the playwright Kellie Powell, and it is maintained by These Arent My Shoes Productions.It is intended to be a resource to help actors find new monologues, and for playwrights to promote their work.
Comedic Monologues from Theatre Pramkicker (Theatre) By Sadie Hasler. Comedic Monologues for Women. Make sure you thoroughly read through the text to understand its meaning, looking up any unfamiliar words.Read more: How to rehearse a monologue. Shakespeare monologues are also fantastic for flexing your actors muscle.
Actors generally are very good at being truthful and connected, but they don’t bring the world of the character to life. I get to watch 100s of monologues every month and this lack of context is the main thing that is missed. Reading the play will give you important information about the character as well as the given circumstances surrounding the monologue: where you are, what has just happened and so on. It is also a must to read the play the monologue is from. I went and stood in a card shop for a bit to sort my head out.A monologue will come alive if it is acutely understood. The only fucking person I have ever allowed to call me Judy.
Contemptible.Cloistered: reclusive, secluded, often related to being in a monastery or other religious order that is isolated from the world.Akin: similar to in character, related in some way. Beautiful.Buffeted: hit repeatedly (beaten), often by storms or adversities.Wretchedness: is the feeling of being uncomfortable, miserable or inferior. She fights through her sadness to make him feel better. When thou art far away,Thou’lt hear, the while, that in my father’s houseI spend my peaceful days, and let it cheer thee.I too shall every southern stranger question,Whom chance may to these regions bring, and learnBackground Information: Helen, a young noble woman, does all she can to make her love Sir Hubert de Grey feel better about leaving. For more on preparing a monologue.Basic Principles no woman wakes up saying God, I hope I don’t get swept off my feet today Now, she might say This is a really bad time for me, or something like I just need some space, or my personal favorite I’m really into my career right now.Helen: O go not from me with that mournful look!Alas! Thy generous heart, depressed and sunk,I am not, as thou thinkst, a thing so lostAll whom misfortune with her rudest blastsFrom cloistered cells, from hermits’ caves, from holdsAnd dreary prison-house, do raise their thoughtsWith humble cheerfulness to heaven, and feelAnd may not I, by heaven’s kind mercy aided,Weak as I am, with some good courage bearAnd let not sad and mournful thoughts of meDepress thee thus.
I am not the sparrow you picked up in the roadside, my love. I am no Nell Gwyn, I will not give up the stage as soon as a King or a Lord has seen me on it and, wishing me to be his and his alone, will then pay a fortune to keep me off it. I wish to continue being the creature I am. I do not wish to be anyone’s wife. I do not wish to be your wife. It is not being a mistress I am tired of, John.
You’re right, this stage is gilded. ‘Leave this gaudy, gilded stage’. And when people desire you in such a manner, then you can envisage a steady river of gold lapping at your doorstep, not five pound here or there for pity or bed favours, not a noble’s ransom for holding you hostage from the thing you love, but a lifetime of money amassed through your own endeavours. They want me and they want me over and over again.
Everything and everybody seems rosy to you. What do you think they’re going to do, find some girls in the street? If some girl came over to Charlie, he would sit there, frowning and thinking it all out for about an hour, and then he’d get up and he’d say: ‘Well, miss, I really don’t think so.’He’s so sweet, you know? I guess this is the way you get when you’re having a baby. What can they do? Get a little drunk? Charlie doesn’t drink, anyway. I will not swap my certain glory for your undependable love.It’s only a bachelor party. And I will not trade those for a dependency on you.
I said: ‘Charlie, you love me?’ So he says – his eyes are half closed, he can hardly keep awake – he says: ‘What do you mean, how much? What do you want me to do, write out a profit-and-loss statement?’ he’s a bookkeeper, you know. So he says, ‘What?’ His eyes are still closed. I woke up in the middle of the night last night, and I look down at him.
I’m crazy about him.Nina: Why do you say that you kissed the ground on which I walked? You should kill me. I just lay in bed giggling for about half an hour. Don’t you think that’s funny? Well, it sounds stupid now, but in the middle of the night like that – he was half asleep – it sounded so funny.
Comedic Monologues For Women With No Cursing How To Stand On
What was I…? I was talking about the stage. No, that’s not right…Do you remember, you shot a seagull? A man just came along, saw it and killed it from having nothing to do…A plot for a short story. You can’t understand what it’s like to feel you’re acting terribly. Yes! (Hearing Arkadina) And he’s here…Yes…It doesn’t matter…Yes…He didn’t believe in the theatre, he went on mocking my dreams, and little by little I too stopped believing and lost heart…And then came the troubles of love, jealousy, the constant fear for my child…I became petty, worthless, I acted mindlessly…I didn’t know what to do with my hand, didn’t know how to stand on the stage, wasn’t in control of my voice.
I have faith, and my pain is less, and when I think about my vocation I’m not afraid of life.Irena: Tell me, why is it I’m so happy today? As if I were sailing, with the wide, blue sky above me, and great white birds soaring in the wind. To know how to bear your cross and have faith. In what we do – whether we act on the stage or write – the most important thing isn’t fame or glory or anything I used to dream about – but the ability to endure. And now, while I’ve been staying here, I’ve walked everywhere, I walk and walk, and think, think and feel how everyday my spiritual powers grow…Kostya, I know now, I understand.
I thought if I hear two words today, one beginning with M for Margaret, my name, and one with J for Jesus, close together, then I’ll know how close I am to him. I thought if God wants me he’ll give me a sign, because I couldn’t believe he really would want someone as terrible as me. But my loving sisters in Christ stood by me. I betrayed them again and again by saying I would give it up, but the drink would have me hiding a little away.
I thought God can’t want me, nobody can want me. But I slid back and had a drink again and next day I was in despair. That was when I decided to be baptised. So that was how close Jesus was to me, right inside my heart.
So I went to Malcolm and said baptise me now because I’m ready. I cried tears of joy because I knew Jesus would save me. And at last at last it found the window and went straight through into the air. The poor bird beat and beat round the room, the tears were running down my face. I stood there and watched, I didn’t open another window, there was just the one window open. I thought if that bird can fly out, I can fly out of my pain.
And truth to tell, though he’s rather stout, Mr Omelet’s still a fine figure of a man. And Mr Podkolyosin isn’t too bad, either. Mr Anuchkin isn’t bad-looking, but he’s a bit skinny, of course. If there were just one or two, but four! Take your pick. Without the love of my sisters I would never have got through.Agafya: Honestly, this choosing business is so difficult.
It really is difficult to decide, you can’t begin to describe it.
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