WANTED: Kickass dramatic women's monologue...?

Question

Hey...does anyone know of a website where I can find a great collection of women's monologues..I've searched online for about an hour, and I must be missing something, because I can't find one, that will work.

I'm auditioning for the school play, "The Outsiders" as Marcia on monday, and I need the rest of this week and this weekend to practice it, and memorize it.

So...I definately am requesting a good monologue...

Please attempt to help...any and all help is greatly appreciated.

Thanks!

<3Cristina

Answer 1

You might want to try
http://www.theatrehistory.com/plays/monologues.html

and

http://www.geocities.com/foxfire321/monologues-from-plays.html

I hope those help. Good luck.

Answer 2

I can offer you a monologue I wrote that has been peformed in a stage play I wrote and is regularly used by actors to audition. The stage play it has been performed is titled "Faces In The Raft", and I can provide you a copy of it if one is needed. "The Room" has also been published several times in the U.S. and Japan. The monologue has no set interpretation and could easily be performed as a drama, a comedy or both. Please feel free to use it for your audition and best of luck to you. The Room, by D.J. Lachance They woke up in the room. Two people, a man and a woman, old school friends who had been together many times over the years. There was no particular reason for them to be there. How long they had been there was unknown. Their only external sense of time was a small wallclock with its hands permanently fixed at 12:13. There were no windows, but as if in consolation, the room's walls were a drab, nondescript color, similar to a dull life. Things usually appeared and remained only as long as they were needed, as if afraid of wearing out their welcome. The only sounds they heard were sounds that they had made. The only light was from a ceiling fixture with a single bulb that never burnt out. They didn't dare break the bulb, lest it not be replaced. There was a door, but they hadn't opened it for a very long time. Opening the door revealed only a nothingness which they used to play with by tossing objects into it, and watch them soundlessly disappear the moment they left the room. Nothing bounced back. Dinner dishes were easy to dispose of, no fuss, no muss, just throw them out the door. It wasn't like a door in many other ways as well. No bills came, nor any salesmen or sunshine, but they could always open or close it. They had tried to explore beyond the room by putting out a toe, then a finger, a hand, and finally an arm, but stopped short of using their heads. Each time the result was always the same, be it a toe, or a couch, anything passing beyond the door's threshold steadily disappeared, only to reappear as it was pulled back in; as long as someone remained attached to it. Worse, they felt nothing beyond the room, not even their own fingers, or even a feeling that their fingers were still there. They waited for other people or animals to appear, hoping in some way to end their lonely stay. Prayer, begging, abstinence, nothing brought them. Finally they simply left the door shut. Neither discussed it until they were awakened by a little dog inside the room, who was barking and scratching at the closed door. The dog clearly wanted out and seemed to know what was outside. They were both scared, but after much arguing they flung the door open. The dog ran out, and disappeared. The two of them waited for what must have been months, one keeping vigil while the other slept, with the door always wide open. The dog never came back. Finally, they closed the door and went to bed, never hoping to open it again, only to be awakened by a knocking at the door. They jumped out of bed, mindless, falling over each other trying to get to the doorknob, but neither could budge it for fear of what lay beyond. They sweated, cursed, encouraged and praised, while the knocking continued, and finally with a deep breath followed by a scream they began to open the door again. The knocker looked inside, and clearly saw that nobody was there.

Answer 3

Katherine's monologue. Act 5 scene ii
Taming of the Shrew.:


Fie, fie! Unknit that threat'ning unkind brow
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty,
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign, one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labor both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe,
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks and true obedience—
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband.
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown.
But now I see our lances are but straws,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband's foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready, may it do him ease.


good luck!
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Answer 4

Have you tried this site?
Good luck, break a leg!

http://members.tripod.com/denmark01/naranja/