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    Thomas R. Barton
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    So, I’m going to be auditioning for “A Doll’s House” soon, and I was wondering if anybody knew any monologues that would fit that piece? It’s a pretty morbid show, so I was considering something from “Jekyll and Hyde.” Any suggestions otherwise?

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    Lucy Ellis
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    Did you already do it?

  • #369266

    Lucy Ellis
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    Sorry for waiting so long to respond.
    I personally think that Shakespeare has the best monologues.
    Here’s one I found from Macbeth:

    MACBETH
    Is this a dagger which I see before me,
    The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
    I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
    Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
    To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
    A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
    Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
    I see thee yet, in form as palpable
    As this which now I draw.
    Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going;
    And such an instrument I was to use.
    Mine eyes are made the fools o’ the other senses,
    Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
    And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
    Which was not so before. There’s no such thing:
    It is the bloody business which informs
    Thus to mine eyes. Now o’er the one halfworld
    Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
    The curtain’d sleep; witchcraft celebrates
    Pale Hecate’s offerings, and wither’d murder,
    Alarum’d by his sentinel, the wolf,
    Whose howl’s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
    With Tarquin’s ravishing strides, towards his design
    Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
    Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
    Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
    And take the present horror from the time,
    Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
    Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

    [A bell rings]

    I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
    Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
    That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

    • #369267

      Thomas R. Barton
      Participant

      Don’t worry about it 🙂 Thank you so much!! That’s amazing!!!

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