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<strong>Faculty</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>VCA</strong> <strong>and</strong> Music<br />
School <strong>of</strong> Performing Arts<br />
<strong>Audition</strong> <strong>Monologues</strong><br />
Bachelor <strong>of</strong> Dramatic Art<br />
Monologue Selections for 2011 entry<br />
Please read <strong>the</strong> following instructions carefully<br />
You must prepare two monologues for your audition:<br />
• Choose one piece from <strong>the</strong> selection <strong>of</strong> monologues from <strong>the</strong> plays <strong>of</strong><br />
Shakespeare.<br />
• Choose ano<strong>the</strong>r piece from <strong>the</strong> selection <strong>of</strong> monologues from contemporary plays.<br />
It is essential that both your pieces are chosen from this list, o<strong>the</strong>rwise we cannot audition you.<br />
Where possible, you are advised to read <strong>the</strong> entire plays from which your pieces are chosen in<br />
order to place <strong>the</strong> speech in context.<br />
The pieces you choose should be contrasting; <strong>the</strong>y should also be speeches to which you<br />
relate <strong>and</strong> which you think show you to advantage.<br />
Here are some notes to help you prepare <strong>and</strong> present your pieces:<br />
• They must be learnt. We are unable to audition you o<strong>the</strong>rwise.<br />
• Use your natural accent.<br />
• With <strong>the</strong> Shakespeare monologues, by all means observe <strong>the</strong> verse form <strong>and</strong><br />
language, but do not let <strong>the</strong>m intimidate you. A connection to meaning is all that is<br />
needed.<br />
• We are not, at this stage, interested in seeing if you can play characters well<br />
outside your age range. A piece <strong>of</strong> this kind might be suitable only if you<br />
can relate to it in a personal way.<br />
• Try to present <strong>the</strong> speeches in a way which shows an underst<strong>and</strong>ing <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> text <strong>and</strong><br />
which is simple <strong>and</strong> truthful.<br />
<strong>Faculty</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>VCA</strong> <strong>and</strong> Music, The <strong>University</strong> <strong>of</strong> Melbourne<br />
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Index<br />
Male - Shakespeare<br />
KING LEAR<br />
Act I; Scene ii – Edmund...................................................................................................................................... 5<br />
HAMLET<br />
Act III; Scene iii – Hamlet .................................................................................................................................... 6<br />
MACBETH<br />
Act I; Scene vii – Macbeth ................................................................................................................................... 7<br />
THE COMEDY OF ERRORS<br />
Act III; Scene ii – S. Antipholus ........................................................................................................................... 8<br />
JULIUS CAESAR<br />
Act I; Scene ii – Cassius ..................................................................................................................................... 9<br />
JULIUS CAESAR<br />
Act I; Scene iii – Cassius ................................................................................................................................... 10<br />
THE TAMING OF THE SHREW<br />
Act IV; Scene i – Petruchio ............................................................................................................................... 11<br />
OTHELLO<br />
Act II; Scene i – Iago ......................................................................................................................................... 12<br />
JULIUS CAESAR<br />
Act III; Scene i – Mark Anthony ......................................................................................................................... 13<br />
KING HENRY V<br />
Act III; Scene i – King Henry V .......................................................................................................................... 14<br />
Female - Shakespeare<br />
THE WINTER’S TALE<br />
Act III; Scene ii – Hermione ............................................................................................................................... 15<br />
TWELFTH NIGHT<br />
Act II; Scene ii – Viola ....................................................................................................................................... 16<br />
THE MERCHANT OF VENICE<br />
Act III Scene ii – Portia ...................................................................................................................................... 17<br />
HENRY IV PART I<br />
Act II; Scene iii – Lady Percy ............................................................................................................................ 18<br />
HENRY IV PART III<br />
Act I; Scene iv – Queen Margaret...................................................................................................................... 19<br />
A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM<br />
Act III; Scene ii – Helena ................................................................................................................................... 20<br />
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ROMEO AND JULIET<br />
Act II; Scene v – Juliet ....................................................................................................................................... 21<br />
AS YOU LIKE IT<br />
Act III; Scene v – Rosalind................................................................................................................................. 22<br />
ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL<br />
Act I; Scene iii – Helena..................................................................................................................................... 23<br />
Male - Contemporary<br />
THE HOMECOMING<br />
Harold Pinter – Lenny ....................................................................................................................................... 24<br />
THE LIBERTINE<br />
Stephen Jeffreys – Rochester ........................................................................................................................... 25<br />
THE CHERRY ORCHARD<br />
Anton Chekhov – Lopakhin ............................................................................................................................... 26<br />
THE GOLDEN AGE<br />
Louis Nowra – Francis ...................................................................................................................................... 27<br />
THE SEAGULL<br />
Anton Chekhov – Treplev .................................................................................................................................. 28<br />
FOOL FOR LOVE<br />
Sam Shepard – Eddie ....................................................................................................................................... 29<br />
DEATH OF A SALESMAN<br />
Arthur Miller – Biff .............................................................................................................................................. 30<br />
DEAD HEART<br />
Nick Parsons – Ray ........................................................................................................................................... 31<br />
THE CHERRY ORCHARD<br />
Anton Chekhov – Tr<strong>of</strong>imov ................................................................................................................................ 32<br />
Female - Contemporary<br />
THE BLACK SEQUIN DRESS<br />
Jenny Kemp – Woman 1.................................................................................................................................... 33<br />
THREE SISTERS<br />
Anton Chekhov – Irena ..................................................................................................................................... 34<br />
WILD HONEY<br />
Anton Chekhov – Anna Petrovna ...................................................................................................................... 35<br />
HATE<br />
Stephen Sewell - Celia....................................................................................................................................... 36<br />
7 STAGES OF GRIEVING<br />
Wesley Enoch, Deborah Mailman – Murri Woman ........................................................................................... 37<br />
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THE LIBERTINE<br />
Stephen Jeffreys – Elizabeth ............................................................................................................................ 39<br />
THREE SISTERS<br />
Anton Chekhov – Natasha ................................................................................................................................ 40<br />
MARCO POLO SINGS A SOLO<br />
John Guare - Diane............................................................................................................................................ 41<br />
VICTORY<br />
Howard Barker – Devonshire ............................................................................................................................ 42<br />
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King Lear – Act I; Scene ii<br />
Edmund:<br />
Thou, Nature, art my goddess; to thy law<br />
My services are bound. Wherefore should I<br />
St<strong>and</strong> in <strong>the</strong> plague <strong>of</strong> custom, <strong>and</strong> permit<br />
The curiosity <strong>of</strong> nations to deprive me,<br />
For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines<br />
Lag <strong>of</strong> a bro<strong>the</strong>r? Why bastard? Wherefore base?<br />
When my dimensions are as well compact,<br />
My mind as generous, <strong>and</strong> my shape as true,<br />
As honest madam's issue, why br<strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>y us<br />
With ‘base’? with ‘baseness’? ‘bastardy’? ‘base, base’?<br />
Who, in <strong>the</strong> lusty stealth <strong>of</strong> nature, take<br />
More composition <strong>and</strong> fierce quality<br />
Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed<br />
Go to <strong>the</strong> creating a whole tribe <strong>of</strong> fops<br />
Got 'tween asleep <strong>and</strong> wake? Well, <strong>the</strong>n,<br />
Legitimate Edgar, I must have your l<strong>and</strong>.<br />
Our fa<strong>the</strong>r's love is to <strong>the</strong> bastard Edmund<br />
As to <strong>the</strong> legitimate. Fine word ‘legitimate’!<br />
Well, my ‘legitimate’, if this letter speed,<br />
And my invention thrive, Edmund <strong>the</strong> base<br />
Shall top <strong>the</strong> legitimate. I grow. I prosper.<br />
Now, gods, st<strong>and</strong> up for bastards!<br />
Male - Shakespeare<br />
Text taken from http://www.shakespeareswords.com/PlayList.aspx. Entire plays, definitions <strong>and</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r resources can also<br />
be found at this site.<br />
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Hamlet – Act III; Scene iii<br />
Hamlet:<br />
Now might I do it pat, now he is praying.<br />
And now I’ll do’t. And so he goes to heaven.<br />
And so am I revenged. That would be scanned.<br />
A villain kills my fa<strong>the</strong>r; <strong>and</strong> for that<br />
I, his sole son, do this same villain send<br />
To heaven.<br />
Why, this is hire <strong>and</strong> salary, not revenge.<br />
He took my fa<strong>the</strong>r grossly, full <strong>of</strong> bread,<br />
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;<br />
And how his audit st<strong>and</strong>s, who knows save heaven?<br />
But in our circumstance <strong>and</strong> course <strong>of</strong> thought,<br />
‘Tis heavy with him. And am I <strong>the</strong>n revenged,<br />
To take him in <strong>the</strong> purging <strong>of</strong> his soul,<br />
When he is fit <strong>and</strong> seasoned for his passage?<br />
No.<br />
Up, sword, <strong>and</strong> know thou a more horrid hent.<br />
When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,<br />
Or in th’incestuous pleasure <strong>of</strong> his bed,<br />
At game, a-swearing, or about some act<br />
That has no relish <strong>of</strong> salvation in’t --<br />
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,<br />
And that his soul may be as damned <strong>and</strong> black<br />
As hell, whereto it goes. My mo<strong>the</strong>r stays.<br />
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.<br />
Male - Shakespeare<br />
Text taken from http://www.shakespeareswords.com/PlayList.aspx. Entire plays, definitions <strong>and</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r resources can also<br />
be found at this site.<br />
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Macbeth – Act I; Scene vii<br />
Macbeth:<br />
If it were done when ‘tis done, <strong>the</strong>n ‘twere well<br />
It were done quickly. If <strong>the</strong> assassination<br />
Could trammel up <strong>the</strong> consequence, <strong>and</strong> catch<br />
With his surcease success; that but this blow<br />
Might be <strong>the</strong> be-all <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> end-all! -- here,<br />
But here, upon this bank <strong>and</strong> shoal <strong>of</strong> time,<br />
We’d jump <strong>the</strong> life to come. But in <strong>the</strong>se cases<br />
We still have judgment here; that we but teach<br />
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return<br />
To plague <strong>the</strong> inventor. This even-h<strong>and</strong>ed justice<br />
Commends <strong>the</strong> ingredients <strong>of</strong> our poisoned chalice<br />
To our own lips. He’s here in double trust:<br />
First, as I am his kinsman <strong>and</strong> his subject,<br />
Strong both against <strong>the</strong> deed; <strong>the</strong>n, as his host,<br />
Who should against his murderer shut <strong>the</strong> door,<br />
Not bear <strong>the</strong> knife myself. Besides, this Duncan<br />
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been<br />
So clear in his great <strong>of</strong>fice, that his virtues<br />
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against<br />
The deep damnation <strong>of</strong> his taking-<strong>of</strong>f;<br />
And Pity, like a naked new-born babe,<br />
Striding <strong>the</strong> blast, or heaven’s cherubim, horsed<br />
Upon <strong>the</strong> sightless couriers <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> air,<br />
Shall blow <strong>the</strong> horrid deed in every eye,<br />
That tears shall drown <strong>the</strong> wind. I have no spur<br />
To prick <strong>the</strong> sides <strong>of</strong> my intent, but only<br />
Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself<br />
And falls on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
Male - Shakespeare<br />
Text taken from http://www.shakespeareswords.com/PlayList.aspx.<br />
Entire plays, definitions <strong>and</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r resources can also be found at this site.<br />
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The Comedy <strong>of</strong> Errors – Act III; Scene ii<br />
S. Antipholus:<br />
Sweet mistress, what your name is else, I know not,<br />
Nor by what wonder you do hit <strong>of</strong> mine.<br />
Less in your knowledge <strong>and</strong> your grace you show not<br />
Than our earth’s wonder, more than earth divine.<br />
Teach me, dear creature, how to think <strong>and</strong> speak.<br />
Lay open to my earthy gross conceit,<br />
Smo<strong>the</strong>red in errors, feeble, shallow, weak,<br />
The folded meaning <strong>of</strong> your words’ deceit.<br />
Against my soul’s pure truth why labour you<br />
To make it w<strong>and</strong>er in an unknown field?<br />
Are you a god? Would you create me new?<br />
Transform me, <strong>the</strong>n, <strong>and</strong> to your power I’ll yield.<br />
But if that I am I, <strong>the</strong>n well I know<br />
Your weeping sister is no wife <strong>of</strong> mine,<br />
Nor to her bed no homage do I owe.<br />
Far more, far more to you do I decline.<br />
O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,<br />
To drown me in thy sister’s flood <strong>of</strong> tears.<br />
Sing, siren, for thyself, <strong>and</strong> I will dote.<br />
Spread o’er <strong>the</strong> silver waves thy golden hairs,<br />
And as a bed I’ll take <strong>the</strong>e, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>re lie,<br />
And in that glorious supposition, think<br />
He gains by death that hath such means to die.<br />
Let love, being light, be drowned if she sink.<br />
Male - Shakespeare<br />
Text taken from http://www.shakespeareswords.com/PlayList.aspx. Entire plays, definitions <strong>and</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r resources can also<br />
be found at this site.<br />
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Julius Caesar – Act I; Scene ii<br />
Cassius:<br />
Why, man, he doth bestride <strong>the</strong> narrow world<br />
Like a Colossus, <strong>and</strong> we petty men<br />
Walk under his huge legs, <strong>and</strong> peep about<br />
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.<br />
Men at some time are masters <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir fates;<br />
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,<br />
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.<br />
Brutus <strong>and</strong> Caesar. What should be in that 'Caesar'?<br />
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?<br />
Write <strong>the</strong>m toge<strong>the</strong>r, yours is as fair a name;<br />
Sound <strong>the</strong>m, it doth become <strong>the</strong> mouth as well;<br />
Weigh <strong>the</strong>m, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,<br />
‘Brutus’ will start a spirit as soon as ‘Caesar’.<br />
Now, in <strong>the</strong> names <strong>of</strong> all <strong>the</strong> gods at once,<br />
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,<br />
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!<br />
Rome, thou hast lost <strong>the</strong> breed <strong>of</strong> noble bloods!<br />
When went <strong>the</strong>re by an age, since <strong>the</strong> great flood,<br />
But it was famed with more than with one man?<br />
When could <strong>the</strong>y say, till now, that talked <strong>of</strong> Rome,<br />
That her wide walls encompassed but one man?<br />
Now is it Rome indeed, <strong>and</strong> room enough,<br />
When <strong>the</strong>re is in it but one only man.<br />
O, you <strong>and</strong> I have heard our fa<strong>the</strong>rs say,<br />
There was a Brutus once that would have brooked<br />
Th’ eternal devil to keep his state in Rome<br />
As easily as a king.<br />
Male - Shakespeare<br />
Text taken from http://www.shakespeareswords.com/PlayList.aspx. Entire plays, definitions <strong>and</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r resources can also<br />
be found at this site.<br />
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Julius Caesar – Act I; Scene iii<br />
Cassius:<br />
You are dull, Casca, <strong>and</strong> those sparks <strong>of</strong> life<br />
That should be in a Roman you do want,<br />
Or else you use not. You look pale, <strong>and</strong> gaze<br />
And put on fear, <strong>and</strong> cast yourself in wonder,<br />
To see <strong>the</strong> strange impatience <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> heavens;<br />
But if you would consider <strong>the</strong> true cause<br />
Why all <strong>the</strong>se fires, why all <strong>the</strong>se gliding ghosts,<br />
Why birds <strong>and</strong> beasts from quality <strong>and</strong> kind,<br />
Why old men, fools, <strong>and</strong> children calculate,<br />
Why all <strong>the</strong>se things change from <strong>the</strong>ir ordinance,<br />
Their natures, <strong>and</strong> preformed faculties,<br />
To monstrous quality, why, you shall find<br />
That heaven hath infused <strong>the</strong>m with <strong>the</strong>se spirits<br />
To make <strong>the</strong>m instruments <strong>of</strong> fear <strong>and</strong> warning<br />
Unto some monstrous state.<br />
Now could I, Casca, name to <strong>the</strong>e a man<br />
Most like this dreadful night,<br />
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, <strong>and</strong> roars<br />
As doth <strong>the</strong> lion in <strong>the</strong> Capitol;<br />
A man no mightier than thyself, or me,<br />
In personal action, yet prodigious grown,<br />
And fearful, as <strong>the</strong>se strange eruptions are.<br />
Male - Shakespeare<br />
Text taken from http://www.shakespeareswords.com/PlayList.aspx. Entire plays, definitions <strong>and</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r resources can also<br />
be found at this site.<br />
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The Taming <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Shrew – Act IV; Scene i<br />
Petruchio:<br />
Thus have I politicly begun my reign,<br />
And 'tis my hope to end successfully.<br />
My falcon now is sharp <strong>and</strong> passing empty,<br />
And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged,<br />
For <strong>the</strong>n she never looks upon her lure.<br />
Ano<strong>the</strong>r way I have to man my haggard,<br />
To make her come <strong>and</strong> know her keeper's call,<br />
That is, to watch her, as we watch <strong>the</strong>se kites<br />
That bate <strong>and</strong> beat <strong>and</strong> will not be obedient.<br />
She eat no meat today, nor none shall eat.<br />
Last night she slept not, nor tonight she shall not.<br />
As with <strong>the</strong> meat, some undeserved fault<br />
I'll find about <strong>the</strong> making <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bed,<br />
And here I'll fling <strong>the</strong> pillow, <strong>the</strong>re <strong>the</strong> bolster,<br />
This way <strong>the</strong> coverlet, ano<strong>the</strong>r way <strong>the</strong> sheets.<br />
Ay, <strong>and</strong> amid this hurly I intend<br />
That all is done in reverend care <strong>of</strong> her.<br />
And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night,<br />
And if she chance to nod I'll rail <strong>and</strong> brawl,<br />
And with <strong>the</strong> clamour keep her still awake.<br />
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness,<br />
And thus I'll curb her mad <strong>and</strong> headstrong humour.<br />
He that knows better how to tame a shrew,<br />
Now let him speak -- 'tis charity to show.<br />
Male - Shakespeare<br />
Text taken from http://www.shakespeareswords.com/PlayList.aspx. Entire plays, definitions <strong>and</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r resources can also be found at<br />
this site.<br />
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O<strong>the</strong>llo – Act II; Scene i<br />
Iago:<br />
That Cassio loves her, I do well believe’t:<br />
That she loves him, 'tis apt <strong>and</strong> <strong>of</strong> great credit.<br />
The Moor – howbeit that I endure him not –<br />
Is <strong>of</strong> a constant, loving, noble nature,<br />
And, I dare think, he'll prove to Desdemona<br />
A most dear husb<strong>and</strong>. Now, I do love her too;<br />
Not out <strong>of</strong> absolute lust – though peradventure<br />
I st<strong>and</strong> accountant for as great a sin –<br />
But partly led to diet my revenge<br />
For that I do suspect <strong>the</strong> lusty Moor<br />
Hath leaped into my seat, <strong>the</strong> thought where<strong>of</strong><br />
Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards,<br />
And nothing can, or shall, content my soul<br />
Till I am evened with him, wife for wife;<br />
Or failing so, yet that I put <strong>the</strong> Moor<br />
At least into a jealousy so strong<br />
That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to do,<br />
If this poor trash <strong>of</strong> Venice, whom I leash<br />
For his quick hunting, st<strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> putting on,<br />
I'll have our Michael Cassio on <strong>the</strong> hip,<br />
Abuse him to <strong>the</strong> Moor in <strong>the</strong> rank garb –<br />
For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too –<br />
Make <strong>the</strong> Moor thank me, love me, <strong>and</strong> reward me<br />
For making him egregiously an ass,<br />
And practising upon his peace <strong>and</strong> quiet,<br />
Even to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confused:<br />
Knavery's plain face is never seen till used.<br />
Male - Shakespeare<br />
Text taken from http://www.shakespeareswords.com/PlayList.aspx. Entire plays, definitions <strong>and</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r resources can also be found at<br />
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Julius Caesar – Act III; Scene i<br />
Mark Antony:<br />
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece <strong>of</strong> earth,<br />
That I am meek <strong>and</strong> gentle with <strong>the</strong>se butchers.<br />
Thou art <strong>the</strong> ruins <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> noblest man<br />
That ever lived in <strong>the</strong> tide <strong>of</strong> times.<br />
Woe to <strong>the</strong> h<strong>and</strong> that shed this costly blood!<br />
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy --<br />
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope <strong>the</strong>ir ruby lips,<br />
To beg <strong>the</strong> voice <strong>and</strong> utterance <strong>of</strong> my tongue --<br />
A curse shall light upon <strong>the</strong> limbs <strong>of</strong> men;<br />
Domestic fury <strong>and</strong> fierce civil strife<br />
Shall cumber all <strong>the</strong> parts <strong>of</strong> Italy;<br />
Blood <strong>and</strong> destruction shall be so in use<br />
And dreadful objects so familiar,<br />
That mo<strong>the</strong>rs shall but smile when <strong>the</strong>y behold<br />
Their infants quartered with <strong>the</strong> h<strong>and</strong>s <strong>of</strong> war,<br />
All pity choked with custom <strong>of</strong> fell deeds;<br />
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,<br />
With Ate by his side, come hot from hell,<br />
Shall in <strong>the</strong>se confines with a monarch's voice<br />
Cry havoc, <strong>and</strong> let slip <strong>the</strong> dogs <strong>of</strong> war,<br />
That this foul deed shall smell above <strong>the</strong> earth<br />
With carrion men, groaning for burial.<br />
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King Henry V – Act III; Scene i<br />
King Henry V:<br />
Once more unto <strong>the</strong> breach, dear friends, once more,<br />
Or close <strong>the</strong> wall up with our English dead!<br />
In peace <strong>the</strong>re's nothing so becomes a man<br />
As modest stillness <strong>and</strong> humility:<br />
But when <strong>the</strong> blast <strong>of</strong> war blows in our ears,<br />
Then imitate <strong>the</strong> action <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> tiger;<br />
Stiffen <strong>the</strong> sinews, conjure up <strong>the</strong> blood,<br />
Disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage;<br />
Then lend <strong>the</strong> eye a terrible aspect;<br />
Let it pry through <strong>the</strong> portage <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> head<br />
Like <strong>the</strong> brass cannon; let <strong>the</strong> brow o'erwhelm it<br />
As fearfully as doth a galled rock<br />
O'erhang <strong>and</strong> jutty his confounded base,<br />
Swilled with <strong>the</strong> wild <strong>and</strong> wasteful ocean.<br />
Now set <strong>the</strong> teeth, <strong>and</strong> stretch <strong>the</strong> nostril wide,<br />
Hold hard <strong>the</strong> breath, <strong>and</strong> bend up every spirit<br />
To his full height! On, on, you noblest English,<br />
Whose blood is fet from fa<strong>the</strong>rs <strong>of</strong> war-pro<strong>of</strong>! –<br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>rs that, like so many Alex<strong>and</strong>ers,<br />
Have in <strong>the</strong>se parts from morn till even fought,<br />
And shea<strong>the</strong>d <strong>the</strong>ir swords for lack <strong>of</strong> argument.<br />
Dishonour not your mo<strong>the</strong>rs; now attest<br />
That those whom you called fa<strong>the</strong>rs did beget you!<br />
Be copy now to men <strong>of</strong> grosser blood,<br />
And teach <strong>the</strong>m how to war. And you, good yeoman,<br />
Whose limbs were made in Engl<strong>and</strong>, show us here<br />
The mettle <strong>of</strong> your pasture; let us swear<br />
That you are worth your breeding – which I doubt not;<br />
For <strong>the</strong>re is none <strong>of</strong> you so mean <strong>and</strong> base<br />
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.<br />
I see you st<strong>and</strong> like greyhounds in <strong>the</strong> slips,<br />
Straining upon <strong>the</strong> start. The game's afoot!<br />
Follow your spirit, <strong>and</strong> upon this charge<br />
Cry 'God for Harry, Engl<strong>and</strong>, <strong>and</strong> Saint George!'<br />
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The Winter’s Tale – Act III; Scene ii<br />
Hermione:<br />
Sir, spare your threats!<br />
The bug which you would fright me with I seek.<br />
To me can life be no commodity:<br />
The crown <strong>and</strong> comfort <strong>of</strong> my life, your favour,<br />
I do give lost, for I do feel it gone,<br />
But know not how it went. My second joy,<br />
And first-fruits <strong>of</strong> my body, from his presence<br />
I am barred, like one infectious. My third comfort,<br />
Starred most unluckily, is from my breast –<br />
The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth –<br />
Haled out to murder. Myself on every post<br />
Proclaimed a strumpet; with immodest hatred<br />
The childbed privilege denied, which ‘longs<br />
To women <strong>of</strong> all fashion; lastly, hurried<br />
Here to this place, i’th’ open air, before<br />
I have got strength <strong>of</strong> limit. Now, my liege,<br />
Tell me what blessings I have here alive<br />
That I should fear to die. Therefore proceed.<br />
But yet hear this – mistake me not: no life,<br />
I prize it not a straw; but for mine honour,<br />
Which I would free – if I shall be condemned<br />
Upon surmises, all pro<strong>of</strong>s sleeping else<br />
But what your jealousies awake, I tell you<br />
‘Tis rigour <strong>and</strong> not law. Your honours all,<br />
I do refer me to <strong>the</strong> oracle:<br />
Apollo be my judge!<br />
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Twelfth Night – Act II; Scene ii<br />
Viola:<br />
I left no ring with her; what means this lady?<br />
Fortune forbid my outside have not charmed her!<br />
She made good view <strong>of</strong> me, indeed so much<br />
That – methought – her eyes had lost her tongue,<br />
For she did speak in starts, distractedly.<br />
She loves me, sure, <strong>the</strong> cunning <strong>of</strong> her passion<br />
Invites me in this churlish messenger.<br />
None <strong>of</strong> my lord’s ring? Why, he sent her none.<br />
I am <strong>the</strong> man! If it be so – as ‘tis –<br />
Poor lady, she were better love a dream.<br />
Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness<br />
Wherein <strong>the</strong> pregnant enemy does much.<br />
How easy is it for <strong>the</strong> proper false<br />
In women’s waxen hearts to set <strong>the</strong>ir forms.<br />
Alas, our frailty is <strong>the</strong> cause, not we,<br />
For such as we are made, if such we be.<br />
How will this fadge? My master loves her dearly;<br />
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;<br />
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.<br />
What will become <strong>of</strong> this? As I am man,<br />
My state is desperate for my master’s love.<br />
As I am woman – now, alas <strong>the</strong> day,<br />
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia brea<strong>the</strong>!<br />
O time, thou must untangle this, not I!<br />
It is too hard a knot for me t’untie.<br />
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The Merchant <strong>of</strong> Venice – Act III; Scene ii<br />
Portia:<br />
You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I st<strong>and</strong>,<br />
Such as I am. Though for myself alone<br />
I would not be ambitious in my wish<br />
To wish myself much better, yet for you<br />
I would be trebled twenty times myself,<br />
A thous<strong>and</strong> times more fair, ten thous<strong>and</strong> times<br />
More rich, that only to st<strong>and</strong> high in your account,<br />
I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends,<br />
Exceed account; but <strong>the</strong> full sum <strong>of</strong> me<br />
Is sum <strong>of</strong> something, which to term in gross,<br />
Is an unlessoned girl, unschooled, unpractised,<br />
Happy in this, she is not yet so old<br />
But she may learn; happier than this,<br />
She is not bred so dull but she can learn;<br />
Happiest <strong>of</strong> all is that her gentle spirit<br />
Commits itself to yours to be directed,<br />
As from her lord, her governor, her king.<br />
Myself <strong>and</strong> what is mine to you <strong>and</strong> yours<br />
Is now converted. But now I was <strong>the</strong> lord<br />
Of this fair mansion, master <strong>of</strong> my servants,<br />
Queen o’er myself; <strong>and</strong> even now, but now,<br />
This house, <strong>the</strong>se servants, <strong>and</strong> this same myself<br />
Are yours, my lord’s. I give <strong>the</strong>m with this ring,<br />
Which when you part from, lose, or give away,<br />
Let it presage <strong>the</strong> ruin <strong>of</strong> your love<br />
And be my vantage to exclaim on you.<br />
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Henry IV Part I – Act II; Scene iii<br />
Lady Percy:<br />
O my good lord, why are you thus alone?<br />
For what <strong>of</strong>fence have I this fortnight been<br />
A banished woman from my Harry's bed?<br />
Tell me, sweet lord, what is it that takes from <strong>the</strong>e<br />
Thy stomach, pleasure, <strong>and</strong> thy golden sleep?<br />
Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon <strong>the</strong> earth,<br />
And start so <strong>of</strong>ten when thou sittest alone?<br />
Why hast thou lost <strong>the</strong> fresh blood in thy cheeks,<br />
And given my treasures <strong>and</strong> my rights <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>e<br />
To thick-eyed musing, <strong>and</strong> curst melancholy?<br />
In thy faint slumbers I by <strong>the</strong>e have watched<br />
And heard <strong>the</strong>e murmur tales <strong>of</strong> iron wars,<br />
Speak terms <strong>of</strong> manage to thy bounding steed,<br />
Cry 'Courage! To <strong>the</strong> field!' And thou hast talked<br />
Of sallies, <strong>and</strong> retires, <strong>of</strong> trenches, tents,<br />
Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,<br />
Of basilisks, <strong>of</strong> cannon, culverin,<br />
Of prisoners' ransom, <strong>and</strong> <strong>of</strong> soldiers slain,<br />
And all <strong>the</strong> currents <strong>of</strong> a heady fight.<br />
Thy spirit within <strong>the</strong>e hath been so at war<br />
And thus hath so bestirred <strong>the</strong>e in thy sleep,<br />
That beads <strong>of</strong> sweat have stood upon thy brow<br />
Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream,<br />
And in thy face strange motions have appeared,<br />
Such as we see when men restrain <strong>the</strong>ir breath<br />
Female - Shakespeare<br />
On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are <strong>the</strong>se?<br />
Some heavy business hath my lord in h<strong>and</strong>,<br />
And I must know it, else he loves me not.<br />
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Henry VI Part III – Act I; Scene iv<br />
Queen Margaret:<br />
Brave warriors, Clifford <strong>and</strong> Northumberl<strong>and</strong>,<br />
Come, make him st<strong>and</strong> upon this molehill here.<br />
What! Was it you that would be Engl<strong>and</strong>’s king?<br />
Was’t you that revelled in our parliament<br />
And made a preachment <strong>of</strong> your high descent?<br />
Where are your mess <strong>of</strong> sons to back you now?<br />
The wanton Edward <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> lusty George?<br />
And where’s that valiant crook-back prodigy,<br />
Dicky your boy, that with his crumbling voice<br />
Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?<br />
Or, with <strong>the</strong> rest, where is your darling Rutl<strong>and</strong>?<br />
Look, York; I stained this napkin with <strong>the</strong> blood<br />
That valiant Clifford, with his rapier’s point,<br />
Made issue from <strong>the</strong> bosom <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> boy;<br />
And if thine eyes can water for his death,<br />
I give <strong>the</strong>e this to dry thy cheek withal.<br />
Alas, poor York! But that I hate <strong>the</strong>e deadly,<br />
I should lament thy miserable state.<br />
I pri<strong>the</strong>e grieve, to make me merry, York.<br />
What! Hath thy fiery heart so parched thine entrails<br />
That not a tear can fall for Rutl<strong>and</strong>’s death?<br />
Female - Shakespeare<br />
Why art thou patient, man? Thou shouldst be mad;<br />
And I, to make <strong>the</strong>e mad, do mock <strong>the</strong>e thus.<br />
Stamp, rave, <strong>and</strong> fret, that I may sing <strong>and</strong> dance.<br />
Thou wouldst be fee'd, I see, to make me sport;<br />
York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown.<br />
A crown for York! And, lords, bow low to him;<br />
Hold you his h<strong>and</strong>s, whilst I do set it on.<br />
Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king!<br />
Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair;<br />
And this is he was his adopted heir.<br />
But how is it that great Plantagenet<br />
Is crowned so soon, <strong>and</strong> broke his solemn oath?<br />
As I bethink me, you should not be king<br />
Till our King Henry had shook h<strong>and</strong>s with Death.<br />
And will you pale your head in Henry's glory,<br />
And rob his temples <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> diadem,<br />
Now in his life, against your holy oath?<br />
O, 'tis a fault too too unpardonable!<br />
Off with <strong>the</strong> crown; <strong>and</strong>, with <strong>the</strong> crown, his head;<br />
And, whilst we brea<strong>the</strong>, take time to do him dead.<br />
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A Midsummer Night’s Dream – Act III; Scene ii<br />
Helena:<br />
Lo, she is one <strong>of</strong> this confederacy.<br />
Now I perceive <strong>the</strong>y have conjoined all three<br />
To fashion this false sport in spite <strong>of</strong> me.<br />
Injurious Hermia, most ungrateful maid,<br />
Have you conspired, have you with <strong>the</strong>se contrived<br />
To bait me with this foul derision?<br />
Is all <strong>the</strong> counsel that we two have shared –<br />
The sisters’ vows, <strong>the</strong> hours that we have spent<br />
When we have chid <strong>the</strong> hasty-footed time<br />
For parting us – O, is all forgot?<br />
All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence?<br />
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods<br />
Have with our needles created both one flower,<br />
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,<br />
Both warbling <strong>of</strong> one song, both in one key,<br />
As if our h<strong>and</strong>s, our sides, voices, <strong>and</strong> minds,<br />
Had been incorporate. So we grew toge<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Like a double cherry, seeming parted<br />
But yet an union in partition,<br />
Two lovely berries moulded <strong>the</strong> one stem,<br />
So with two seeming bodies but one heart,<br />
Two <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> first, like coats in heraldry,<br />
Due but to one, <strong>and</strong> crowned with one crest.<br />
And will you rent our ancient love asunder,<br />
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?<br />
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly.<br />
Our sex as well as I may chide you for it,<br />
Though I alone do feel <strong>the</strong> injury.<br />
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Romeo <strong>and</strong> Juliet – Act II; Scene v<br />
Juliet:<br />
The clock struck nine when I did send <strong>the</strong> Nurse.<br />
In half an hour she promised to return.<br />
Perchance she cannot meet him. That’s not so.<br />
O, she is lame! Love’s heralds should be thoughts,<br />
Which ten times faster glides than <strong>the</strong> sun’s beams,<br />
Driving back shadows over louring hills.<br />
Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw love,<br />
And <strong>the</strong>refore hath <strong>the</strong> wind-swift Cupid wings.<br />
Now is <strong>the</strong> sun upon <strong>the</strong> highmost hill<br />
Of this day’s journey, <strong>and</strong> from nine till twelve<br />
Is three long hours, yet she is not come.<br />
Had she affections <strong>and</strong> warm youthful blood,<br />
She would be as swift in motion as a ball.<br />
My words would b<strong>and</strong>y her to my sweet love,<br />
And his to me.<br />
But old folks, many feign as <strong>the</strong>y were dead –<br />
Unwieldy, slow, heavy <strong>and</strong> pale as lead.<br />
O God, she comes! O honey Nurse, what news?<br />
Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.<br />
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As You Like It – Act III; Scene v<br />
Rosalind:<br />
And why, I pray you? Who might be your mo<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
That you insult, exult <strong>and</strong> all at once<br />
Female - Shakespeare<br />
Over <strong>the</strong> wretched? What though you have no beauty –<br />
As, by my faith, I see no more in you<br />
Than without c<strong>and</strong>le may go dark to bed –<br />
Must you be <strong>the</strong>refore proud <strong>and</strong> pitiless?<br />
Why, what means this? Why do you look on me?<br />
I see no more in you than in <strong>the</strong> ordinary<br />
Of nature's sale-work. 'Od's my little life,<br />
I think she means to tangle my eyes too!<br />
No, faith, proud mistress, hope not after it:<br />
'Tis not your inky brows, your black silk hair,<br />
Your bugle eyeballs, nor your cheek <strong>of</strong> cream<br />
That can entame my spirits to your worship.<br />
You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her,<br />
Like foggy south, puffing with wind <strong>and</strong> rain?<br />
You are a thous<strong>and</strong> times a properer man<br />
Than she a woman. 'Tis such fools as you<br />
That makes <strong>the</strong> world full <strong>of</strong> ill-favoured children.<br />
'Tis not her glass, but you that flatters her,<br />
And out <strong>of</strong> you she sees herself more proper<br />
Than any <strong>of</strong> her lineaments can show her.<br />
But, mistress, know yourself; down on your knees<br />
And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love!<br />
For I must tell you friendly in your ear,<br />
Sell when you can, you are not for all markets.<br />
Cry <strong>the</strong> man mercy, love him, take his <strong>of</strong>fer.<br />
Foul is most foul, being foul to be a sc<strong>of</strong>fer.<br />
So take her to <strong>the</strong>e, shepherd. Fare you well.<br />
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All’s Well that Ends Well – Act I; Scene iii<br />
Helena:<br />
Then, I confess,<br />
Here on my knee, before high heaven <strong>and</strong> you,<br />
That before you, <strong>and</strong> next unto high heaven,<br />
I love your son.<br />
My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love.<br />
Be not <strong>of</strong>fended, for it hurts not him<br />
That he is loved <strong>of</strong> me. I follow him not<br />
By any token <strong>of</strong> presumptuous suit,<br />
Nor would I have him till I do deserve him,<br />
Yet never know how that desert should be.<br />
I know I love in vain, strive against hope,<br />
Yet in this captious <strong>and</strong> intenable sieve<br />
I still pour in <strong>the</strong> waters <strong>of</strong> my love<br />
And lack not to lose still. Thus, Indian-like,<br />
Religious in mine error, I adore<br />
The sun that looks upon his worshipper<br />
But knows <strong>of</strong> him no more. My dearest madam,<br />
Let not your hate encounter with my love,<br />
For loving where you do; but if yourself,<br />
Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth,<br />
Did ever in so true a flame <strong>of</strong> liking,<br />
Wish chastely <strong>and</strong> love dearly, that your Dian<br />
Was both herself <strong>and</strong> love – O <strong>the</strong>n, give pity<br />
To her whose state is such that cannot choose<br />
But lend <strong>and</strong> give where she is sure to lose;<br />
That seeks not to find that her search implies,<br />
But riddle-like lives sweetly where she dies.<br />
Female - Shakespeare<br />
Text taken from<br />
http://www.shakespeareswords.com/PlayList.aspx.<br />
Entire plays, definitions <strong>and</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r resources can also<br />
be found at this site.<br />
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The Homecoming – Harold Pinter<br />
Lenny:<br />
Male - Contemporary<br />
I mean, I am very sensitive to atmosphere, but I tend to get desensitized, if you know what I mean,<br />
when people make unreasonable dem<strong>and</strong>s on me. For instance, last Christmas I decided to do a bit<br />
<strong>of</strong> snow-clearing for <strong>the</strong> Borough Council, because we had a heavy snow over here that year in<br />
Europe. Well, that morning, while I was having my mid-morning cup <strong>of</strong> tea in a neighbouring cafe, <strong>the</strong><br />
shovel st<strong>and</strong>ing by my chair, an old lady approached me <strong>and</strong> asked me if I would give her a h<strong>and</strong><br />
with her iron mangle. Her bro<strong>the</strong>r-in-law, she said, had left it for her, but he'd left it in <strong>the</strong> wrong room,<br />
he'd left it in <strong>the</strong> front room. Well, naturally, she wanted it in <strong>the</strong> back room. It was a present he'd<br />
given her, you see, a mangle, to iron out <strong>the</strong> washing. But he'd left it in <strong>the</strong> wrong room, he'd left it in<br />
<strong>the</strong> front room, well that was a silly place to leave it, it couldn't stay <strong>the</strong>re. So I took time <strong>of</strong>f to give<br />
her a h<strong>and</strong>. She only lived up <strong>the</strong> road. Well, <strong>the</strong> only trouble was when I got <strong>the</strong>re I couldn't move<br />
this mangle. It must have weighed about half a ton. How this bro<strong>the</strong>r-in-law got it up <strong>the</strong>re in <strong>the</strong> first<br />
place I can't even begin to envisage. So <strong>the</strong>re I was, doing a bit <strong>of</strong> shoulders on with <strong>the</strong> mangle,<br />
risking a rupture, <strong>and</strong> this old lady just st<strong>and</strong>ing <strong>the</strong>re, waving me on, not even lifting a little finger to<br />
give me a helping h<strong>and</strong>. So after a few minutes I said to her, now look here, why don't you stuff this<br />
iron mangle up your arse? Anyway, I said, <strong>the</strong>y're out <strong>of</strong> date, you want to get a spin drier. I had a<br />
good mind to give her a workover <strong>the</strong>re <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>n, but as I was feeling jubilant with <strong>the</strong> snow-clearing I<br />
just gave her a short-arm jab to <strong>the</strong> belly <strong>and</strong> jumped on a bus outside. Excuse me, shall I take this<br />
ashtray out <strong>of</strong> your way?<br />
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The Libertine – Stephen Jeffreys<br />
Rochester:<br />
Male - Contemporary<br />
Allow me to be frank at <strong>the</strong> commencement: you will not like me. No, I say you will not. The gentlemen will be<br />
envious <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now <strong>and</strong> you will like me a good deal less as we<br />
go on. Oh yes, I shall do things you will like. You will say ‘That was a noble impulse in him’ or ‘He played a<br />
brave part <strong>the</strong>re,’ but DO NOT WARM TO ME, it will not serve. When I become a BIT OF A CHARMER that is<br />
your danger sign for it prefaces <strong>the</strong> change into THE FULL REPTILE a few seconds later. What I require is not<br />
your affection but your attention. I must not be ignored or you will find me as troublesome a package as ever<br />
pissed in <strong>the</strong> Thames. Now. Ladies. An announcement. (He looks around.) I am up for it. All <strong>the</strong> time. That’s<br />
not a boast. Or an opinion. It is bone hard medical fact. I put it around, d’y know? And you will watch me<br />
putting it around <strong>and</strong> sigh for it. Don’t. It is a deal <strong>of</strong> trouble for you <strong>and</strong> you are better <strong>of</strong>f watching <strong>and</strong><br />
drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my arse pointing up your petticoats.<br />
Gentlemen. (He looks around.) Do not despair, I am up for that as well. When <strong>the</strong> mood is on me. And <strong>the</strong><br />
same warning applies. Now, gents: if <strong>the</strong>re be vizards in <strong>the</strong> house, jades, harlots (as how could <strong>the</strong>re not be)<br />
leave <strong>the</strong>m be for <strong>the</strong> moment. Still your cheesy erections till I have had my say. But later when you shag –<br />
<strong>and</strong> later you will shag, I shall expect it <strong>of</strong> you <strong>and</strong> I will know if you have let me down – I wish you to shag<br />
with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads. Feel how it was for me, how it is for me <strong>and</strong> ponder. ‘Was<br />
that shudder <strong>the</strong> same shudder he sensed? Did he know something more pr<strong>of</strong>ound? Or is <strong>the</strong>re some wall <strong>of</strong><br />
wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shinning, livelong moment.’ That is it. That is my<br />
prologue, nothing in rhyme, certainly no protestations <strong>of</strong> modesty, you were not expecting that I trust. I<br />
reiterate only for those who have arrived late or were buying oranges or were simply not listening: I am John<br />
Wilmot, Second Earl <strong>of</strong> Rochester <strong>and</strong> I do not want you to like me.<br />
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The Cherry Orchard – Anton Chekhov<br />
Lopakhin:<br />
Male - Contemporary<br />
I bought it… I bought it! One moment…wait…if you would, ladies <strong>and</strong> gentlemen… My head’s going round<br />
<strong>and</strong> round, I can’t speak… (laughs) So now <strong>the</strong> cherry orchard is mine! Mine! Great God in heaven – <strong>the</strong><br />
cherry orchard is mine! Tell me I’m drunk – I’m out <strong>of</strong> my mind – tell me it’s all an illusion … Don’t laugh at me!<br />
If my fa<strong>the</strong>r <strong>and</strong> gr<strong>and</strong>fa<strong>the</strong>r could rise from <strong>the</strong>ir graves <strong>and</strong> see it all happening – if <strong>the</strong>y could see me, <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
Yermolay, <strong>the</strong>ir beaten half-literate Yermolay, who ran barefoot in winter – if <strong>the</strong>y could see this same<br />
Yermolay buying <strong>the</strong> estate… The most beautiful thing in <strong>the</strong> entire world! I have bought <strong>the</strong> estate where my<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r <strong>and</strong> gr<strong>and</strong>fa<strong>the</strong>r were slaves, where <strong>the</strong>y weren’t even allowed into <strong>the</strong> kitchens. I’m asleep – this is all<br />
just inside my head – a figment <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> imagination. Hey, you in <strong>the</strong> b<strong>and</strong>! Play away! I want to hear you!<br />
Everyone come <strong>and</strong> watch Yermolay Lopakhin set about <strong>the</strong> cherry orchard with his axe! Watch <strong>the</strong>se trees<br />
come down! Weekend houses, we’ll build weekend houses, <strong>and</strong> our gr<strong>and</strong>children <strong>and</strong> our great<br />
gr<strong>and</strong>children will see a new life here… Music! Let’s hear <strong>the</strong> b<strong>and</strong> play! Let’s have everything <strong>the</strong> way I want<br />
it. Here comes <strong>the</strong> new l<strong>and</strong>lord, <strong>the</strong> owner <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cherry orchard!<br />
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The Golden Age – Louis Nowra<br />
Francis:<br />
Male - Contemporary<br />
Are you looking at <strong>the</strong> sunset? (Startled BETSHEB turns around. Smiling) I’m not a monster… No more<br />
running. Look at us reflected in <strong>the</strong> water, see? Upside-down. (He smiles <strong>and</strong> she smiles back. Silence) So<br />
quiet. I’m not used to such silence. I’m a city boy, born <strong>and</strong> bred.<br />
You’ve never seen a city or town, have you? Where I live <strong>the</strong>re are dozens <strong>of</strong> factories: shoe factories, some<br />
that make gaskets, hydraulic machines, clothing. My mo<strong>the</strong>r works in a shoe factory. (Pointing to his boots)<br />
These came from my mo<strong>the</strong>r’s factory.<br />
(Silence)<br />
These sunsets here, I’ve never seen <strong>the</strong> likes <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m. A bit <strong>of</strong> muddy orange light in <strong>the</strong> distance, behind <strong>the</strong><br />
chimneys, is generally all I get to see. (Pause)<br />
You’d like <strong>the</strong> trams, especially at night. They rattle <strong>and</strong> squeak, like ghosts rattling <strong>the</strong>ir chains, <strong>and</strong> every so<br />
<strong>of</strong>ten <strong>the</strong> conducting rod hits a terminus, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>re is a brilliant spark <strong>of</strong> electricity, like an axe striking a rock.<br />
‘Spiss!’ On Saturday afternoon thous<strong>and</strong>s <strong>of</strong> people go <strong>and</strong> watch <strong>the</strong> football. A huge oval <strong>of</strong> grass. (Miming<br />
a football) A ball like this. Someone h<strong>and</strong> passes it, ‘Whish’, straight to me. I duck one lumbering giant, spin<br />
around a nifty dwarf <strong>of</strong> a rover, <strong>the</strong>n I catch sight <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> goals. I boot a seventy-yard drop kick straight through<br />
<strong>the</strong> centre. The crowd goes wild!<br />
(He cheers wildly. BETSHEB laughs at his actions. He is pleased to have made her laugh.)<br />
Not as good as your play. (Pause.)<br />
This is your home. My home is across <strong>the</strong> river, Bass Strait.<br />
(Silence)<br />
What is it about you people? Why are you like you are?<br />
Don’t go.<br />
I was watching you pick <strong>the</strong>se. My mo<strong>the</strong>r steals flowers from her neighbour’s front garden so every morning<br />
she can have fresh flowers in her vase for Saint Teresa’s portrait. She was a woman centuries ago. God fired<br />
a burning arrow <strong>of</strong> love into her. (Smiling) When it penetrated her, Saint Teresa could smell <strong>the</strong> burning flesh<br />
<strong>of</strong> her heart.<br />
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The Seagull – Anton Chekhov<br />
Treplev:<br />
Male - Contemporary<br />
(pulling petals <strong>of</strong>f a flower) She loves me - she loves me not…She loves me - she loves me not… Loves me,<br />
loves me not. (laughs) There you are – she doesn’t love me. Well, <strong>of</strong> course she doesn’t. She wants to live<br />
<strong>and</strong> love <strong>and</strong> dress in light colours, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>re am I, twenty-five years old, perpetually reminding her that she’s<br />
stopped being young. When I’m not <strong>the</strong>re she’s thirty-two – when I am she’s forty-three; <strong>and</strong> that’s why she<br />
hates me. Then again I don’t acknowledge <strong>the</strong> <strong>the</strong>atre. She loves <strong>the</strong> <strong>the</strong>atre – she thinks she’s serving<br />
humanity <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> sacred cause <strong>of</strong> art, whereas in my view <strong>the</strong> modern <strong>the</strong>atre is an anthology <strong>of</strong> stereotypes<br />
<strong>and</strong> received ideas. When <strong>the</strong> curtain goes up, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>re, in a room with three walls lit by artificial lighting<br />
because it’s always evening, <strong>the</strong>se great artists, <strong>the</strong>se high priests in <strong>the</strong> temple <strong>of</strong> art, demonstrate how<br />
people eat <strong>and</strong> drink, how <strong>the</strong>y love <strong>and</strong> walk about <strong>and</strong> wear <strong>the</strong>ir suits; when out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se banal scenes <strong>and</strong><br />
trite words <strong>the</strong>y attempt to extract a moral – some small <strong>and</strong> simple moral with a hundred household uses;<br />
when under a thous<strong>and</strong> different disguises <strong>the</strong>y keep serving me up <strong>the</strong> same old thing, <strong>the</strong> same old thing,<br />
<strong>the</strong> same old thing – <strong>the</strong>n I run <strong>and</strong> don’t stop running, just as Maupassant ran from <strong>the</strong> sight <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Eiffel<br />
Tower, that weighed on his brain with its sheer vulgarity. What we need are new artistic forms. And if we don’t<br />
get new forms it would be better if we had nothing at all.<br />
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Fool for Love – Sam Shepard<br />
Eddie:<br />
Male - Contemporary<br />
And we walked right through town. Past <strong>the</strong> donut shop, past <strong>the</strong> miniature golf course, past <strong>the</strong> Chevron<br />
station. And he opened <strong>the</strong> bottle up <strong>and</strong> <strong>of</strong>fered it to me. Before he even took a drink, he <strong>of</strong>fered it to me first.<br />
And I took it <strong>and</strong> drank it <strong>and</strong> h<strong>and</strong>ed it back to him. And we just kept passing it back <strong>and</strong> forth like that as we<br />
walked until we drank <strong>the</strong> whole thing dry. And we never said a word <strong>the</strong> whole time. Then, finally, we reached<br />
this little white house with a red awning, on <strong>the</strong> far side <strong>of</strong> town. I’ll never forget <strong>the</strong> red awning because it<br />
flapped in <strong>the</strong> night breeze <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> porch light made it glow. It was a hot, desert breeze <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> air smelt like<br />
new-cut alfalfa. We walked right up to <strong>the</strong> front porch <strong>and</strong> he rang <strong>the</strong> bell <strong>and</strong> I remember getting real nervous<br />
because I wasn’t expecting to visit anybody. I though we were just out for a walk. And <strong>the</strong>n this woman comes<br />
to <strong>the</strong> door. This real pretty woman with red hair. And she throws herself into his arms. And he starts crying.<br />
He just breaks down right <strong>the</strong>re in front <strong>of</strong> me. And she’s kissing him all over <strong>the</strong> face <strong>and</strong> holding him real tight<br />
<strong>and</strong> he’s just crying like a baby. And <strong>the</strong>n through <strong>the</strong> doorway, behind <strong>the</strong>m both, I see this girl. She just<br />
appears. She’s just st<strong>and</strong>ing <strong>the</strong>re, staring at me <strong>and</strong> I’m staring back at her <strong>and</strong> we can’t take our eyes <strong>of</strong>f<br />
each o<strong>the</strong>r. It was like we knew each o<strong>the</strong>r from somewhere but we couldn’t place where. But <strong>the</strong> second we<br />
saw each o<strong>the</strong>r, that very second, we knew we’d never stop being in love.<br />
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Death <strong>of</strong> a Salesman – Arthur Miller<br />
Biff:<br />
Male - Contemporary<br />
Now hear this, Willy, this is me… You know why I had no address for three months? I stole a suit in Kansas<br />
City <strong>and</strong> I was in jail… I stole myself out <strong>of</strong> every good job since high school!... And I never got anywhere<br />
because you blew me so full <strong>of</strong> hot air I could never st<strong>and</strong> taking orders from anybody! That’s whose fault it is!<br />
I had to be boss big shot in two weeks, <strong>and</strong> I’m through with it! I ran down eleven flights with a pen in my h<strong>and</strong><br />
today. And suddenly I stopped, you hear me? And in <strong>the</strong> middle <strong>of</strong> that <strong>of</strong>fice building, I saw <strong>the</strong> things that I<br />
love in this world. The work <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> food <strong>and</strong> time to sit <strong>and</strong> smoke. And I looked at <strong>the</strong> pen <strong>and</strong> said to<br />
myself, what <strong>the</strong> hell am I grabbing this for? Why am I trying to become what I don’t want to be? What am I<br />
doing in an <strong>of</strong>fice, making a contemptuous, begging fool <strong>of</strong> myself, when all I want is out <strong>the</strong>re, waiting for me<br />
<strong>the</strong> minute I say I know who I am! Why can’t I say that, Willy?... Pop! I’m a dime a dozen, <strong>and</strong> so are you! I am<br />
not a leader <strong>of</strong> men, Willy, <strong>and</strong> nei<strong>the</strong>r are you. You were never anything but a hard-working drummer who<br />
l<strong>and</strong>ed in <strong>the</strong> ash-can like all <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m! I’m one dollar an hour! Do you ga<strong>the</strong>r my meaning? I’m not<br />
bringing <strong>the</strong>m home!... Pop, I’m nothing! I’m nothing, Pop. Can’t you underst<strong>and</strong> that? There’s no spite in it<br />
anymore. I’m just what I am, that’s all. (CRYING, BROKEN) Will you let me go, for Christ’s sake? Will you<br />
take that phony dream <strong>and</strong> burn it before something happens?<br />
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Dead Heart – Nick Parsons<br />
Ray:<br />
Male - Contemporary<br />
No! No! No! Don’t give me that bullshit. That spooky Aboriginal bullshit. I don’t want to hear it; I don’t want<br />
to know. Christ. Time was <strong>the</strong> man was dead <strong>and</strong> that was it. A man was just a man. Now <strong>the</strong>y follow you<br />
round. If he’s dead he should be in <strong>the</strong> ground: in <strong>the</strong> cold fucking ground; he should be … growing into<br />
something else, not … crawling out <strong>and</strong> trailing you with his long rope hangin’ <strong>of</strong>f him. That’s not … <strong>the</strong> way<br />
it’s done. I won’t st<strong>and</strong> for it.<br />
I’ve worked for people. I’ve tried to make … They gotta learn to be whitefellas! (Tapping his head) Up here.<br />
That’s what <strong>the</strong> world is. You know that Dave; You – you seen it. Tribal way is finished; it doesn’t have a<br />
chance, <strong>and</strong> Poppy is not gunna drag this on <strong>and</strong> on <strong>and</strong> on till every last young fella’s drunk himself to death<br />
or … strung himself up because he doesn’t know what he is any more. And some poor fuckwit walks out <strong>the</strong><br />
station <strong>and</strong> sees that … see that … that thing … hangin’ <strong>the</strong>re <strong>and</strong> …<strong>and</strong> carries it round for <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> his<br />
life. I’m telling you: Poppy is going down for what he’s done. I’ve got something on him <strong>and</strong> he’s going<br />
down.<br />
(Pause)<br />
I try <strong>and</strong> think <strong>of</strong> him … like he was, you know? Like on <strong>the</strong> footy field or something. But I can’t see his face<br />
any more; it’s all got … sucked out somehow. All I can see is a … black tongue hangin’ out. Swollen up.<br />
Nothing else will come, you know? That’s all that’s left. Of him. In my head. A black … tongue.<br />
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The Cherry Orchard – Anton Chekhov<br />
Tr<strong>of</strong>imov:<br />
Male - Contemporary<br />
All Russia is our orchard. The earth is broad <strong>and</strong> beautiful. There are many marvelous places.<br />
Think for a moment, Anya: your gr<strong>and</strong>fa<strong>the</strong>r, your great-gr<strong>and</strong>fa<strong>the</strong>r – all your forebears – <strong>the</strong>y were <strong>the</strong><br />
masters <strong>of</strong> serfs. They owned living souls. Can’t you see human faces, looking out at you from behind every<br />
tree-trunk in <strong>the</strong> orchard – from every leaf <strong>and</strong> every cherry? Can’t you hear <strong>the</strong>ir voices? The possession <strong>of</strong><br />
living souls – it’s changed something deep in all <strong>of</strong> you, hasn’t it. So that your mo<strong>the</strong>r <strong>and</strong> you <strong>and</strong> your<br />
uncle don’t even notice you’re living on credit, at <strong>the</strong> expense <strong>of</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs – at <strong>the</strong> expense <strong>of</strong> people you don’t<br />
allow past <strong>the</strong> front hall… We’re two hundred years behind <strong>the</strong> times at least. We still have nothing – no<br />
properly defined attitude to <strong>the</strong> past. We just philosophise away, <strong>and</strong> complain about our boredom or drink<br />
vodka. But it’s only too clear that to start living in <strong>the</strong> present we have to redeem our past – we have to break<br />
with it. And it can be redeemed only by suffering, only by <strong>the</strong> most unheard-<strong>of</strong>, unceasing labour. You must<br />
underst<strong>and</strong> that, Anya.<br />
Throw <strong>the</strong> keys down <strong>the</strong> well, <strong>and</strong> go. Be free as <strong>the</strong> wind.<br />
Have faith in me, Anya! Have faith in me! I’m not thirty yet – I’m young – I’m still a student – but I’ve borne so<br />
much already! Every winter I’m hungry, sick <strong>and</strong> fearful, as poor as a beggar. And <strong>the</strong> places I’ve been to!<br />
The places where fate has driven me! And all <strong>the</strong> time, at every minute <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> day <strong>and</strong> night, my soul has<br />
been filled with premonitions I can’t explain or describe. I have a premonition <strong>of</strong> happiness, Anya. I can just<br />
see it now.<br />
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The Black Sequin Dress – Jenny Kemp<br />
Woman 1:<br />
Female - Contemporary<br />
I can see a beautiful nightclub. Black shiny surfaces, all polished <strong>and</strong> clean, sparkling glasses full <strong>of</strong><br />
champagne, gin <strong>and</strong> tonic, cocktails, liqueurs etc. Women melting into <strong>the</strong>ir partners’ bodies, <strong>the</strong> men<br />
wrapped around <strong>the</strong>m like blankets. The b<strong>and</strong>, in a row laid back, h<strong>and</strong>some. Snacks, cards, cigarettes,<br />
money, lipstick, watches, jewellery, high stools, dancing, wild dancing, bare bodies under not much. They<br />
ab<strong>and</strong>on <strong>the</strong>mselves here. Get out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir day shoes <strong>and</strong> set <strong>of</strong>f at a gallop, drinks whizzing down <strong>the</strong> gullet,<br />
talk gurgling up, h<strong>and</strong>s w<strong>and</strong>ering all over <strong>the</strong> place, anywhere will do, who cares.They have learned how not<br />
to care, how here to let go <strong>the</strong> reins.<br />
They want to show <strong>of</strong>f, <strong>the</strong>y want to fall in love with <strong>the</strong> moment <strong>and</strong> it to fall in love with <strong>the</strong>m. Greedy are<br />
<strong>the</strong>y? No, not greedy. Hungry.<br />
I love, I love, I love, love <strong>the</strong>y think. Love me, me, me, me, all <strong>of</strong> me. Fill me up, fill me up. I’ve had a bath,<br />
I’ve put on my deodorant, my clo<strong>the</strong>s are impeccable. Now now now do <strong>the</strong> next bit, come over <strong>the</strong>y seem to<br />
be screaming.<br />
Come over here <strong>and</strong> really fill me up with something significant something - <strong>of</strong> value.<br />
A right word a s<strong>of</strong>t word at just <strong>the</strong> right moment straight down <strong>the</strong> ear hole, ping bullseye, right to <strong>the</strong> hungry<br />
spot, ping <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>n ah, ah, that was it. Got it thank you, now anything I can do for you back? No, yes, not a<br />
sure thing at all, perhaps not.<br />
Or someone could walk up <strong>the</strong>ir timing perfect, <strong>and</strong> st<strong>and</strong> fitting <strong>the</strong> shape <strong>of</strong> me. Perfection, it would<br />
register. I would breath out, relax <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>y would sit <strong>and</strong> put a h<strong>and</strong> out somewhere on <strong>the</strong> table, it would<br />
contact my h<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> ping down <strong>the</strong> arm would go, <strong>the</strong> message <strong>and</strong> it would run up <strong>the</strong> shoulder into <strong>the</strong><br />
head, down whiz straight to <strong>the</strong> heart <strong>and</strong> zoom, zing <strong>the</strong> genitals aflame. And my dress would fill up with<br />
light. I would wake up <strong>and</strong> dance I would jump <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> pier, free fall. And he would fly over <strong>the</strong> end<br />
after me splash, gurgle gurgle gurgle.<br />
And down we go.<br />
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Three Sisters – Anton Chekhov<br />
Irena:<br />
Female - Contemporary<br />
Tell me, why is it I'm so happy today? As if I were sailing, with <strong>the</strong> wide, blue sky above me, <strong>and</strong> great white<br />
birds soaring in <strong>the</strong> wind. Why is it? Why? I woke up this morning, I got up, I washed - <strong>and</strong> suddenly I felt<br />
everything in this world was clear to me - I felt I knew how life had to be lived. Dear Ivan Romanich, I can see<br />
it all. A human being has to labour, whoever he happens to be, he has to toil in <strong>the</strong> sweat <strong>of</strong> his face; that’s<br />
<strong>the</strong> only way he can find <strong>the</strong> sense <strong>and</strong> purpose <strong>of</strong> his life, his happiness, his delight. How fine to be a<br />
working man who rises at first light <strong>and</strong> breaks stones on <strong>the</strong> road, or a shepherd, or a teacher, or an engine<br />
driver on <strong>the</strong> railway… Lord, never mind being human even – better to be an ox, better to be a simple horse,<br />
just so long as you work – anything ra<strong>the</strong>r than a young lady who rises at noon, <strong>the</strong>n drinks her c<strong>of</strong>fee in bed,<br />
<strong>the</strong>n takes two hours to dress… that’s terrible! In hot wea<strong>the</strong>r sometimes you long to drink <strong>the</strong> way I began<br />
longing to work. And if I don’t start getting up early <strong>and</strong> working, <strong>the</strong>n shut your heart against me, Ivan<br />
Romanich.<br />
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Wild Honey – Anton Chekhov<br />
Anna Petrovna:<br />
Female - Contemporary<br />
How can you say that? How can you lie to me, on such a night as this, beneath such a sky? Tell your lies in<br />
autumn, if you must, in <strong>the</strong> gloom <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> mud, but not now, not here. You’re being watched! Look up, you<br />
absurd man! A thous<strong>and</strong> eyes, all shining with indignation! You must be good <strong>and</strong> true, just as all this is<br />
good <strong>and</strong> true. Don’t break this silence with your little words! There’s no man in <strong>the</strong> world I could ever love<br />
as I love you. There’s no woman in <strong>the</strong> world you could ever love as you love me. Let’s take that love; <strong>and</strong><br />
all <strong>the</strong> rest, that so torments you – we’ll leave that to o<strong>the</strong>rs to worry about. Are you really such a terrible Don<br />
Juan? You look so h<strong>and</strong>some in <strong>the</strong> moonlight! Such a solemn face! It’s a woman who’s come to call, not a<br />
wild animal! All right – if you really hate it all so much I’ll go away again. Is that what you want? I’ll go away,<br />
<strong>and</strong> everything will be just as it was before. Yes…? (she laughs) Idiot! Take it! Snatch it! Seize it! What<br />
more do you want? Smoke it to <strong>the</strong> end, like a cigarette – pinch it out – tread it under your heel. Be human!<br />
You funny creature! A woman loves you – a woman you love – fine summer wea<strong>the</strong>r. What could be simpler<br />
than that? You don’t realise how hard life is for me. And yet life is what I long for. Everything is alive,<br />
nothing is ever still. We’re surrounded by life. We must live, too, Misha! Leave all <strong>the</strong> problems for<br />
tomorrow. Tonight, on this night <strong>of</strong> nights, we’ll simply live!<br />
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Hate – Stephen Sewell<br />
Celia:<br />
Show me, Michael! Show me how to live!<br />
I know he’s alive!<br />
I love him!<br />
I don’t know how, but I do!<br />
[Pause]<br />
Female - Contemporary<br />
I love his power <strong>and</strong> his strength: I love <strong>the</strong> clarity <strong>of</strong> his mind; I love his lack <strong>of</strong> pettiness, his drive; I love his<br />
vision, his unflinching gaze; I love his willpower. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. I love him.<br />
If he’s so mad, so’s <strong>the</strong> world. I want it, Michael. I want its fury to possess me.<br />
I’m worth nothing.<br />
I’m a lie.<br />
I never loved Ge<strong>of</strong>frey; I can see that now. All it ever was was just one more battle with Fa<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
As soon as I had him I could see everything Dad had said was true. He was a fool, he was a coward; he was<br />
everything Fa<strong>the</strong>r wasn’t <strong>and</strong> I hated him. I hated him so much I’d find myself daydreaming he’d been killed in<br />
a car accident; stabbed, bashed. I wanted him dead. And <strong>the</strong>n he just slipped away, somehow slipped out <strong>of</strong><br />
my consciousness <strong>and</strong> I forgot he even existed. One day I found myself in bed with ano<strong>the</strong>r man <strong>and</strong> I felt<br />
nothing: no remorse, just empty, <strong>the</strong> sheets <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bed <strong>and</strong> this stranger next to me, touching me as if he<br />
owned me, <strong>the</strong> light through <strong>the</strong> window. Who was he? The first man? The tenth? How many men had I slept<br />
with? Who were <strong>the</strong>y? Where do all <strong>the</strong>se men come from? What do <strong>the</strong>y want? I hated him!<br />
He was inside me <strong>and</strong> I hated him; in my thoughts, in my dreams; even <strong>the</strong> way I held a teacup reminded me<br />
<strong>of</strong> him. And <strong>the</strong>n I realized <strong>the</strong>re was nothing I could do, nothing I could be, to ever get away from him.<br />
Look at him, look at him through <strong>the</strong> windows: his dark l<strong>and</strong>; his anger. Look at how he scoured his soul.<br />
Razed it to <strong>the</strong> ground <strong>and</strong> scorched it, possessed it like an animal <strong>and</strong> ridden it till it screamed in anguish.<br />
I love him.<br />
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Female - Contemporary<br />
7 Stages <strong>of</strong> Grieving – Wesley Enoch, Deborah Mailman<br />
Murri Woman:<br />
Have you ever been black? You know when you wake up one morning <strong>and</strong> you’re black? Happened<br />
to me this morning. I was in <strong>the</strong> bathroom, looking in <strong>the</strong> mirror <strong>and</strong> I thought, “Nice hair, beautiful<br />
black skin, white shiny teeth… I’m BLACK!”<br />
You get a lot <strong>of</strong> attention, special treatment from being black. I’m in this expensive shop <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>re’s<br />
this guy next to me, nice hair, nice tie, nice suit, waving a nice big gun in <strong>the</strong> air <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> shop<br />
assistant says, “Keep an eye on <strong>the</strong> nigger… eye on <strong>the</strong> nigger.”<br />
OK, so I went to try on a dress <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> shop assistant escorts me to <strong>the</strong> ‘special’ dressing room, <strong>the</strong><br />
one equipped with video cameras, warning to shop lifters, a security guard, fucken sniffer dog… ‘Get<br />
out <strong>of</strong> it’. Just so I don’t put anything I shouldn’t on my nice dress, nice hair, beautiful black skin <strong>and</strong><br />
white shiny teeth…<br />
Now I’m in this crowded elevator, ba<strong>the</strong>d in perfume, in my nice dress, nice hair, beautiful black skin<br />
<strong>and</strong> white shiny teeth… ‘Hey which way’. The Woman sniffs <strong>the</strong> air.<br />
Somebody boodgi <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>y all look at me!<br />
Now I go to my deadly Datsun, looking pretty deadly myself, which way, lock my keys in <strong>the</strong> car. Eh<br />
but this Murri too good, she got a coat hanger in her bag! Fiddling around for a good five seconds <strong>and</strong><br />
started hearing sirens, look around, policeman, fireman, army, fucken UN <strong>and</strong> that same sniffer<br />
dog. Just to make sure everything’s OK.<br />
Spoken in an American accent while holding <strong>the</strong> audience at ‘gunpoint’.<br />
“Who owns <strong>the</strong> car, Ma’am?” (CONTINUED ON NEXT PAGE)<br />
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Indicating herself.<br />
“ME.”<br />
So I’m driving along in my deadly Datsun, stylin up to that rear vision mirror. Car breaks down. Get<br />
out. Started waving people for help.<br />
Imitating a fast car.<br />
Started waving people for help. Vrooom!<br />
Started waving people for help. Vrooom!<br />
Next minute I see this black shape coming down <strong>the</strong> road – fucken sniffer dog.<br />
Finally get home, with <strong>the</strong> help <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> policeman, fireman, army, fucken UN. Still looking deadly in my<br />
nice dress, nice hair, beautiful black skin <strong>and</strong> white shiny teeth. Aunty comes in, “Eh Sisgirl, nice<br />
dress, can I borrow it? ‘Mmmm’.<br />
Thinking that tomorrow will be a better day, I go to bed. Kicking that sniffer dog out. Still with <strong>the</strong> sound <strong>of</strong><br />
sirens in my head. Snuggling up to my doona <strong>and</strong> pillow. Morning comes, I wake up, looking in <strong>the</strong> mirror.<br />
Nice hair, beautiful black skin, white shiny teeth. I’M STILL BLACK! NUNNA!<br />
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The Libertine – Stephen Jeffreys<br />
Elizabeth:<br />
Female - Contemporary<br />
You have no underst<strong>and</strong>ing, do you? You have comprehended – just – that I am tired <strong>of</strong> being your mistress<br />
<strong>and</strong> your solution is to conscript me into becoming your wife. It is not being a mistress I am tired <strong>of</strong>, John. I<br />
am tired <strong>of</strong> you. I do not wish to be your wife. I do not wish to be anyone’s wife. I wish to continue being <strong>the</strong><br />
creature I am. I am no Nell Gwyn, I will not give up <strong>the</strong> stage as soon as a King or a Lord has seen me on it<br />
<strong>and</strong>, wishing me to be his <strong>and</strong> his alone, will <strong>the</strong>n pay a fortune to keep me <strong>of</strong>f it. I am not <strong>the</strong> sparrow you<br />
picked up in <strong>the</strong> roadside, my love. London walks into this <strong>the</strong>atre to see me – not George’s play nor Mr.<br />
Betterton. They want me <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>y want me over <strong>and</strong> over again. And when people desire you in such a<br />
manner, <strong>the</strong>n you can envisage a steady river <strong>of</strong> gold lapping at your doorstep, not five pound here or <strong>the</strong>re<br />
for pity or bed favours, not a noble’s ransom for holding you hostage from <strong>the</strong> thing you love, but a lifetime <strong>of</strong><br />
money amassed through your own endeavours. That is riches. ‘Leave this gaudy, gilded stage’. You’re right,<br />
this stage is gilded. It is gilded with my future earnings. And I will not trade those for a dependency on you. I<br />
will not swap my certain glory for your undependable love.<br />
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Three Sisters – Anton Chekhov<br />
Natasha:<br />
Female - Contemporary<br />
It’s carnival time, <strong>the</strong> servants are getting careless, you have to keep an eye on <strong>the</strong>m constantly, to make sure<br />
nothing’s wrong. I walked through <strong>the</strong> dining room at midnight last night, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>re was a c<strong>and</strong>le left burning.<br />
And I still haven’t found out who lit it.<br />
Olga <strong>and</strong> Irina still aren’t in. They haven’t come home. They’re kept busy <strong>the</strong> whole time, poor things. Olga <strong>and</strong><br />
her staff meeting, Irina at her telegraph <strong>of</strong>fice… I said that to your sister this morning, ‘You must look after<br />
yourself, Irina darling’, I said. But she doesn’t listen. Quarter past eight, did you say? You know, I’m afraid our<br />
little Bobik isn’t at all well. Why is he so cold? He had a fever yesterday, <strong>and</strong> today he’s freezing… I’m really<br />
worried about him!<br />
We’d better see he’s eating properly. I’m worried. And <strong>the</strong>re’s supposed to be carnival people arriving at ten<br />
o’clock, I’d ra<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>y didn’t come, Andryusha.<br />
You know, that darling little boy woke up this morning <strong>and</strong> looked at me, <strong>and</strong> he suddenly smiled – yes, he<br />
recognized me. ‘Hello, Bobik!’ I said, ‘Hello, my darling!’ And he laughed, yes. Children know everything that’s<br />
going on, <strong>the</strong>y underst<strong>and</strong> perfectly. Anyway, Andryusha, I’ll tell <strong>the</strong>m not to let <strong>the</strong> musicians in.<br />
I’ve ordered sour milk for supper. The doctor says you’re to have nothing but sour milk, o<strong>the</strong>rwise you’ll never<br />
lose weight. Bobik gets a chill so easily. I’m worried in case it’s too cold for him in <strong>the</strong>re. We ought to put him in<br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r room, at least until <strong>the</strong> warm wea<strong>the</strong>r. Irina’s room, for instance – that’s just perfect for a baby: it’s dry,<br />
<strong>and</strong> it gets <strong>the</strong> sun all day. She’ll have to be told, <strong>and</strong> she can move in with Olga meantime… She’s not at<br />
home during <strong>the</strong> day anyway she’s only here at nights…<br />
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Marco Polo Sings a Solo – John Guare<br />
Diane:<br />
Female - Contemporary<br />
I really had started cookin’ when I was eight. I sat down at <strong>the</strong> piano as I had every day since I could walk,<br />
threw back <strong>the</strong> lid <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Knabe-Bechstien-Steinway <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>re on <strong>the</strong> keys was Mozart. I was never lonely<br />
playing <strong>the</strong> piano. Brahms was always <strong>the</strong>re. Bach. Chopin. And here was Mozart. Hi, Mozart! Only this time,<br />
he had a raincoat on. A little raincoat. Now I had been told to beware <strong>of</strong> men in raincoats, but after all, it was<br />
Mozart. Mozart’s no degenerate. Mozart’s no creep. You can trust Mozart. The cool water <strong>of</strong> Mozart. He says,<br />
‘Hello, little girl. You gonna bring me back to La Vie?’ I said, ‘Golly, I’ll try’. And I began playing that Kochel<br />
listing I had been practicing for a year with that magical imitative brilliance that children can have. The<br />
technical mastery <strong>and</strong> total non-comprehension that children can have. I lifted my h<strong>and</strong>s, dug <strong>the</strong>m into <strong>the</strong><br />
eighty-eights <strong>and</strong> Mozart says: ‘Yeah. Give it to me.’ I looked down. Mozart. The raincoat. Opened. The keys<br />
became erect. Black. White. I became terrified. Mozart! This isn’t a school yard. This is a hall named after Mr.<br />
Andrew Carnegie <strong>and</strong> I’m only 8 years old <strong>and</strong> what <strong>the</strong> hell are you doing??? ‘More. More. More’, says<br />
Mozart <strong>and</strong> he throws back his head. ‘Dig those digits into <strong>the</strong>se eighty-eights. Bring me back to life. Bring me<br />
back to life’. Mo<strong>the</strong>r??? Dad?? They’re in <strong>the</strong> wings blowing kisses at me. Holding up signs. ‘You’ve never<br />
played better.’ Mozart moans. It’s a short piece. It ends. Mozart spurts all over me. I’m wet. Mozart wet.<br />
Frightened. The audience roars. This child prodigy. Can’t <strong>the</strong>y see what’s happened? I look down <strong>and</strong> hear a<br />
chorus <strong>of</strong> ‘yeahs’ coming from all those little dead men in raincoats. There’s a scuffle <strong>and</strong> Brahms leaps on<br />
<strong>the</strong> keys. ‘Me next! Me next! Bring me back to life.’ My fingers dig into Brahms. Well, I started to like it. Mozart<br />
lives. Brahms lives. For <strong>the</strong> next twenty years that was my life. Diane de la Nova <strong>and</strong> her circus <strong>of</strong> Music.<br />
Diane de la Nova <strong>and</strong> her Massage Parlour <strong>of</strong> Melody.<br />
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Victory – Howard Barker<br />
Devonshire:<br />
Female - Contemporary<br />
I do feel clean here. I do feel clean. The wind <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> estuary. And <strong>the</strong> low cloud racing, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> grey flat<br />
water, <strong>the</strong> thin surf on <strong>the</strong> mudbank, really it is better than a marine l<strong>and</strong>scape by Mr Van Oots <strong>and</strong> in any<br />
case I don’t think I like sex. [Pause. She brea<strong>the</strong>s.] Oh, this is pure, this is absolute life, I never felt so whole<br />
<strong>and</strong> so completely independent, this is <strong>the</strong> third letter in a week begging me back <strong>and</strong> in verse too! All very<br />
flattering but really it is pure dick, a woman should never forget a poem is actually dick, should she?...<br />
To look at me you’d think she knows no pain, no, wouldn’t you? I’m sure you say that, privately. Admit you<br />
say that…<br />
Oh, you do, you do! Her lovely this, her lovely that, you do, <strong>of</strong> course you do, you think I have no agonies. But<br />
<strong>the</strong>re are pains <strong>and</strong> pains, aren’t <strong>the</strong>re?...<br />
I am twenty-four <strong>and</strong> have miscarried seven times. That is wicked, isn’t it, <strong>of</strong> God?...<br />
It is particularly cruel because I care for men. Last week I thought <strong>the</strong> floor <strong>of</strong> my body was being, was being<br />
bitten out, by rats, by dogs, I thought my whole floor was going, have you had that?...<br />
I cannot keep a child in, absolutely cannot, yet I conceive from a look, what is <strong>the</strong> matter with God, my womb<br />
is only fit for a nun, is that His way, do you think? I will die from one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se drops. I would keep away from<br />
dick if I could, but you cannot be as good as I am, looking as I do, <strong>and</strong> keep away from <strong>the</strong>m, can you? I am<br />
trying to appreciate views instead, but he writes so beautifully, my rump, my rump, he goes on about, keeps<br />
him awake at nights, my whispering hair <strong>and</strong> so on, I go back tonight, I know all poems are dick but I go back,<br />
I will die <strong>of</strong> him, it is silly but he makes me feel alive. What’s your advice? I believe in asking strangers for<br />
advice, you cannot trust your friends, I believe in essence all your friends wish you dead. Say yes or no.<br />
<strong>Faculty</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>VCA</strong> <strong>and</strong> Music, The <strong>University</strong> <strong>of</strong> Melbourne<br />
Bachelor <strong>of</strong> Dramatic Art <strong>Audition</strong> Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry<br />
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