Wednesday, March 23, 2016

T4YP audition monologues

These are the monologues I recited for my T4YP audition. Yes, I wrote them down from memory - though admittedly I did compare them to the source to check if I got certain words right. The punctuation in the Shakespearean I also had to look up.

Shakespearean monologue
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream
Character: Helena
Act 1, Scene 1, Lines 226-251

How happy some o'er other some can be!
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so.
He will not know what all but he do know.
And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
So I, admiring of his qualities.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath love of any judgment taste—
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
And therefore is love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,
So the boy love is perjured everywhere.
For ere Demetrius looked on Hermia's eyne,
He hailed down oaths that he was only mine.
And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt,
So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt.
I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight.
Then to the wood he will tomorrow night
Pursue her. And for this intelligence
If I have thanks, it is a dear expense.
But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
To have his sight thither and back again.

Contemporary monologue
Source: The Shawshank Redemption (1994)
Character: Ellis Boyd 'Red' Redding (played by Morgan Freeman)

Rehabilitated?
Well now, let me see. Now I don't have any idea what that word means. I know what you think it means, sonny. To me it's just a made up word. A politician's word, so young fellas like you can wear a suit and tie, and have a job.
What do you really wanna know? Am I sorry for what I did? There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. I look back on the way I was then - a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I wanna talk to him. I wanna try and talk some sense into him. Tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone. This old man is all that's left. I gotta live with that.
Rehabilitated? It's just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your forms, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Cause to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit.

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