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Bachelor of Fine Arts (Music Theatre)
Monologues Booklet (Male) Selections for 2015 entry
Please read the following instructions carefully
You must prepare one Shakespeare and one contemporary monologue. One of these pieces must be from
the list in this Music Theatre Monologues booklet.
Where possible, you should read the entire play from which your piece has been chosen in order to place
the speech in context. If choosing your own piece, you are strongly advised to select from plays rather than
film or television scripts.Pieces must be no longer than two minutes.
Texts must be fully learned and performed off-book.
Male - Shakespeare
HENRY V
Prologue
Chorus
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention;
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,
Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire
Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that have dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So
great an object. Can this cockpit hold The
vasty fields of France? or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
O, pardon! since a crooked figure may
Attest in little place a million;
And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
On your imaginary forces work.
Suppose within the girdle of these walls
Are now confined two mighty monarchies,
Whose high upreared and abutting fronts
The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder:
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts;
Into a thousand parts divide on man,
And make imaginary puissance;
Think when we talk of horses, that you see them
Printing their proud hoofs i' threceiving earth;
For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times,
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into an hour-glass: for the which supply,
Admit me Chorus to this history;
Who prologue-like your humble patience pray,
Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.
Male - Shakespeare
Julius Caesar
Act 1, sc 2
CASSIUS
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man?
When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.
Male - Shakespeare
Male - Shakespeare
Othello
Act 1, sc 3
IAGO
It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will. Come, be a man! Drown
thyself? drown cats and blind puppies. I have professed me thy friend, and I confess
me knit to thy deserving with cables of perdurable toughness. I could never better
stead thee than now. Put money in thy purse; follow thou the wars, defeat thy favor
with an usurped beard; I say, put money in thy purse. It cannot be that Desdemona
should long continue her love to the Moor put money in thy purse nor he his to
her. It was a violent commencement in her, and thou shalt see an answerable
sequestration put but money in thy purse. These Moors are changeable in their
wills: fill thy purse with money. The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts
shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. She must change for youth: when
she is sated with his body she will find the error of her choice: she must have change,
she must. Therefore put money in thy purse. If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a
more delicate way than drowning - make all the money thou canst. If sanctimony
and a frail vow betwixt an erring Barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian be not too
hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her - therefore make
money. A pox of drowning thyself! it is clean out of the way: seek thou rather to be
hanged in compassing thy joy than to be drowned and go without her.
Male - Shakespeare
Hamlet
Act 1 sc 2
HAMLET
O, that this too too sullied flesh would melt
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew,
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter. O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on't, ah fie, 'tis an unweeded garden
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
But two months dead - nay, not so much, not two So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That
he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit
her face too roughly. Heaven and earth, Must I
remember? Why, she would hang on him, As if
increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on; and yet, within a month Let me not think on't - Frailty, thy name is woman A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
Like Niobe, all tears -why she, even she O, God, a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
Would have mourn'd longer - married with my uncle,
My father's brother - but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules. Within a month,
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She married - O most wicked speed! To post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.
Male - Shakespeare
Mcabeth
Act 1, sc 8
MACBETH:
If it were done, when tis done, then twere well
It were done quickly: if thassassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease, success: that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
Wed jump the life to come. But in these cases,
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which being taught, return
To plague thinventor: this even-handed Justice
Commends thingredience of our poisond chalice
To our own lips. Hes here in double trust: First,
as I am his kinsman, and his subject, Strong
both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against the murtherer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek; hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongud against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And Pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or Heavens Cherubin, horsd
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which oerleaps itself,
And falls on thother-
Male - Shakespeare
Richard III
Act 1 sc 1
Richard
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all the clouds that lourd upon our House
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums changd to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visagd War hath smoothd his wrinkled front:
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries
He capers nimbly in a ladys chamber,
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shapd for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking glass,
I, that am rudely stampd, and want loves majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph:
I, that am curtaild of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformd, unfinishd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world scarce half made up
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them
Why, I, in this weak, piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams
To set my brother Clarence and the King
In deadly hate, the one against the other.
And if King Edward be as true and just
As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mewd up
Faculty of the VCA and MCM, The University of Melbourne
Bachelor of Fine Art Music Theatre Audition Monologue 2015 Entry
Male - Shakespeare
Male - Shakespeare
Male - Shakespeare
Male - Contemporary
LAKEBOAT by David Mamet
JOE:
You get paid for doing a job. You trade the work for money, am I right? Why is it
any fucking less good than being a doctor for example? Thats one thing I never
wanted to be, a doctor. I used to want to be a lot of things when I was little. You
know, like a kid. I wanted to be a ballplayer like everyone. And I wanted to be a cop,
what does a kid know, right? And can I tell you something that I wanted to be? I
know this is going to sound peculiar, but it was a pure desire on my part. One thing
I wanted to be when I was little (I dont mean bragging now, or just saying it). If you
were there you would have known, it was a pure desire on my part. I wanted to be
a dancer. Thats the one thing I guard. Like you might guard the first time you got
laid, or being in love with a girl. Or winning a bike at the movieswell, maybe not
that. More like getting married, or winning a medal in the war. I wanted to be a
dancer. Not tap, I mean a real ballet dancer. I know theyre all fags, but I didnt
think about it. That is, I didnt not think about it. That is, I didnt say, I want to be a
dancer but I do not want to be a fag. It just wasnt important. I saw myself arriving
at the theatre late doing Swan Lake at the Lyric Opera. With a coat with one of
those old-time collars. (It was winter.) And on stage with a purple shirt and white
tights catching these girlsbeautiful light girls. Sweating. All my muscles are
covered in sweat, you know? But its clean. And my muscles all feel tight. Every
fucking muscle in my body. Hundreds of them. Tight and working. And Im standing
up straight on stage with this kind of expression on my face waiting to catch this
girl. I was about fifteen. It takes a hell of a lot of work to be a dancer. But a dancer
doesnt even fucking care if he is somebody. He is somebody so much so its not
important. You know what I mean? Like these passengers we get. Guests of the
Company. Always being important. If theyre so fucking important why the fuck do
they got to tell you about it?
Male - Contemporary
Male - Contemporary
Male - Contemporary
Male - Contemporary
Male - Contemporary
Male - Contemporary
Male - Contemporary
Male - Contemporary
Male - Contemporary