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Faculty of the VCA and Music

School of Performing Arts

Audition Monologues
Bachelor of Dramatic Art
Monologue Selections for 2011 entry

Please read the following instructions carefully
You must prepare two monologues for your audition:

Choose one piece from the selection of monologues from the plays of
Shakespeare.

Choose another piece from the selection of monologues from contemporary plays.

It is essential that both your pieces are chosen from this list, otherwise we cannot audition you.
Where possible, you are advised to read the entire plays from which your pieces are chosen in
order to place the speech in context.
The pieces you choose should be contrasting; they should also be speeches to which you
relate and which you think show you to advantage.
Here are some notes to help you prepare and present your pieces:


They must be learnt. We are unable to audition you otherwise.
Use your natural accent.
With the Shakespeare monologues, by all means observe the verse form and
language, but do not let them intimidate you. A connection to meaning is all that is
needed.
We are not, at this stage, interested in seeing if you can play characters well
outside your age range. A piece of this kind might be suitable only if you
can relate to it in a personal way.
Try to present the speeches in a way which shows an understanding of the text and
which is simple and truthful.
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Index
Male - Shakespeare
KING LEAR
Act I; Scene ii – Edmund...................................................................................................................................... 5
HAMLET
Act III; Scene iii – Hamlet .................................................................................................................................... 6
MACBETH
Act I; Scene vii – Macbeth ................................................................................................................................... 7
THE COMEDY OF ERRORS
Act III; Scene ii – S. Antipholus ........................................................................................................................... 8
JULIUS CAESAR
Act I; Scene ii – Cassius ..................................................................................................................................... 9
JULIUS CAESAR
Act I; Scene iii – Cassius ................................................................................................................................... 10
THE TAMING OF THE SHREW
Act IV; Scene i – Petruchio ............................................................................................................................... 11
OTHELLO
Act II; Scene i – Iago ......................................................................................................................................... 12
JULIUS CAESAR
Act III; Scene i – Mark Anthony ......................................................................................................................... 13
KING HENRY V
Act III; Scene i – King Henry V .......................................................................................................................... 14

Female - Shakespeare
THE WINTER’S TALE
Act III; Scene ii – Hermione ............................................................................................................................... 15
TWELFTH NIGHT
Act II; Scene ii – Viola ....................................................................................................................................... 16
THE MERCHANT OF VENICE
Act III Scene ii – Portia ...................................................................................................................................... 17
HENRY IV PART I
Act II; Scene iii – Lady Percy ............................................................................................................................ 18
HENRY IV PART III
Act I; Scene iv – Queen Margaret...................................................................................................................... 19
A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM
Act III; Scene ii – Helena ................................................................................................................................... 20
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ROMEO AND JULIET
Act II; Scene v – Juliet ....................................................................................................................................... 21
AS YOU LIKE IT
Act III; Scene v – Rosalind................................................................................................................................. 22
ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
Act I; Scene iii – Helena..................................................................................................................................... 23

Male - Contemporary
THE HOMECOMING
Harold Pinter – Lenny ....................................................................................................................................... 24
THE LIBERTINE
Stephen Jeffreys – Rochester ........................................................................................................................... 25
THE CHERRY ORCHARD
Anton Chekhov – Lopakhin ............................................................................................................................... 26
THE GOLDEN AGE
Louis Nowra – Francis ...................................................................................................................................... 27
THE SEAGULL
Anton Chekhov – Treplev .................................................................................................................................. 28
FOOL FOR LOVE
Sam Shepard – Eddie ....................................................................................................................................... 29
DEATH OF A SALESMAN
Arthur Miller – Biff .............................................................................................................................................. 30
DEAD HEART
Nick Parsons – Ray ........................................................................................................................................... 31
THE CHERRY ORCHARD
Anton Chekhov – Trofimov ................................................................................................................................ 32

Female - Contemporary
THE BLACK SEQUIN DRESS
Jenny Kemp – Woman 1.................................................................................................................................... 33
THREE SISTERS
Anton Chekhov – Irena ..................................................................................................................................... 34
WILD HONEY
Anton Chekhov – Anna Petrovna ...................................................................................................................... 35
HATE
Stephen Sewell - Celia....................................................................................................................................... 36
7 STAGES OF GRIEVING
Wesley Enoch, Deborah Mailman – Murri Woman ........................................................................................... 37
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THE LIBERTINE
Stephen Jeffreys – Elizabeth ............................................................................................................................ 39
THREE SISTERS
Anton Chekhov – Natasha ................................................................................................................................ 40
MARCO POLO SINGS A SOLO
John Guare - Diane............................................................................................................................................ 41
VICTORY
Howard Barker – Devonshire ............................................................................................................................ 42

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why brand they us With ‘base’? with ‘baseness’? ‘bastardy’? ‘base. to thy law My services are bound. Now. Edmund the base Shall top the legitimate. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site.shakespeareswords.Male . For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard? Wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact. take More composition and fierce quality Than doth. Fine word ‘legitimate’! Well.com/PlayList. tired bed Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops Got 'tween asleep and wake? Well. I grow. stale. I must have your land. Scene ii Edmund: Thou. Faculty of the VCA and Music. and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me. base’? Who. if this letter speed. Entire plays. As honest madam's issue. And my invention thrive. in the lusty stealth of nature.Shakespeare King Lear – Act I. art my goddess. gods. Our father's love is to the bastard Edmund As to the legitimate.aspx. and my shape as true. Nature. My mind as generous. within a dull. I prosper. Legitimate Edgar. stand up for bastards! Text taken from http://www. then. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 5 of 42 . my ‘legitimate’.

sword. When he is drunk asleep. With all his crimes broad blown. Faculty of the VCA and Music. A villain kills my father. and know thou a more horrid hent. And now I’ll do’t. ‘Tis heavy with him.com/PlayList. as flush as May. And how his audit stands. To take him in the purging of his soul. Up. that his heels may kick at heaven. do this same villain send To heaven. not revenge.shakespeareswords. or in his rage. And am I then revenged. Scene iii Hamlet: Now might I do it pat.aspx. When he is fit and seasoned for his passage? No. At game. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 6 of 42 . And so am I revenged. My mother stays. This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. or about some act That has no relish of salvation in’t -Then trip him. And so he goes to heaven. who knows save heaven? But in our circumstance and course of thought. That would be scanned. Or in th’incestuous pleasure of his bed. Why. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site. full of bread. Entire plays. Text taken from http://www. And that his soul may be as damned and black As hell. this is hire and salary. his sole son. a-swearing.Male . now he is praying.Shakespeare Hamlet – Act III. and for that I. He took my father grossly. whereto it goes.

being taught.Male . this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek. trumpet-tongued. horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air. which o’erleaps itself And falls on the other. or heaven’s cherubim. upon this bank and shoal of time. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site. But in these cases We still have judgment here. Faculty of the VCA and Music. But here. hath been So clear in his great office. Besides. that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all! -. as his host.here. Striding the blast. Text taken from http://www.aspx. Strong both against the deed. then. which. Not bear the knife myself. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 7 of 42 . like a naked new-born babe. We’d jump the life to come.Shakespeare Macbeth – Act I. Scene vii Macbeth: If it were done when ‘tis done. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent. that we but teach Bloody instructions. If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence. That tears shall drown the wind. Entire plays. He’s here in double trust: First.shakespeareswords. against The deep damnation of his taking-off. This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice To our own lips. return To plague the inventor. as I am his kinsman and his subject.com/PlayList. and catch With his surcease success. that his virtues Will plead like angels. And Pity. then ‘twere well It were done quickly. but only Vaulting ambition. Who should against his murderer shut the door. Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye.

weak. Text taken from http://www. The folded meaning of your words’ deceit. with thy note. and I will dote. then well I know Your weeping sister is no wife of mine.com/PlayList. sweet mermaid. and to your power I’ll yield. dear creature. Sing. Let love.shakespeareswords. Faculty of the VCA and Music. then. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site. Teach me. siren. But if that I am I. train me not. Lay open to my earthy gross conceit. being light. Entire plays. Against my soul’s pure truth why labour you To make it wander in an unknown field? Are you a god? Would you create me new? Transform me. Spread o’er the silver waves thy golden hairs.aspx. And as a bed I’ll take thee. To drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 8 of 42 . And in that glorious supposition. be drowned if she sink. how to think and speak. Smothered in errors. far more to you do I decline.Male . what your name is else. more than earth divine. for thyself. Nor to her bed no homage do I owe. feeble. and there lie. Scene ii S. Far more. think He gains by death that hath such means to die. Less in your knowledge and your grace you show not Than our earth’s wonder. O.Shakespeare The Comedy of Errors – Act III. Antipholus: Sweet mistress. shallow. Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine. I know not.

aspx. But in ourselves. There was a Brutus once that would have brooked Th’ eternal devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king.Male . Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed.com/PlayList. it is as heavy. that talked of Rome. Entire plays. Scene ii Cassius: Why. Faculty of the VCA and Music. and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. O. Text taken from http://www. What should be in that 'Caesar'? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together. man. Now. But it was famed with more than with one man? When could they say.shakespeareswords. yours is as fair a name. Sound them. That he is grown so great? Age. he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus. is not in our stars.Shakespeare Julius Caesar – Act I. dear Brutus. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site. That her wide walls encompassed but one man? Now is it Rome indeed. that we are underlings. thou art shamed! Rome. and room enough. in the names of all the gods at once. The fault. conjure with 'em. Weigh them. till now. thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! When went there by an age. Brutus and Caesar. you and I have heard our fathers say. it doth become the mouth as well. and we petty men Walk under his huge legs. ‘Brutus’ will start a spirit as soon as ‘Caesar’. When there is in it but one only man. Men at some time are masters of their fates. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 9 of 42 . since the great flood.

You look pale. and roars As doth the lion in the Capitol. Or else you use not. you shall find That heaven hath infused them with these spirits To make them instruments of fear and warning Unto some monstrous state. Text taken from http://www. why all these gliding ghosts. That thunders.com/PlayList.shakespeareswords. yet prodigious grown. fools. Now could I. To see the strange impatience of the heavens. opens graves. or me. name to thee a man Most like this dreadful night. as these strange eruptions are. and gaze And put on fear. Their natures. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site. why. Why all these things change from their ordinance. Casca. Why birds and beasts from quality and kind. Why old men. Scene iii Cassius: You are dull. and those sparks of life That should be in a Roman you do want.aspx. To monstrous quality. And fearful. lightens. A man no mightier than thyself. Casca. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 10 of 42 . and cast yourself in wonder. and preformed faculties.Shakespeare Julius Caesar – Act I. In personal action. Faculty of the VCA and Music. Entire plays.Male . But if you would consider the true cause Why all these fires. and children calculate.

Last night she slept not. And here I'll fling the pillow. My falcon now is sharp and passing empty. This is a way to kill a wife with kindness. to watch her. And with the clamour keep her still awake. That is. some undeserved fault I'll find about the making of the bed. He that knows better how to tame a shrew. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site. nor none shall eat. there the bolster. She eat no meat today.com/PlayList. And if she chance to nod I'll rail and brawl. Scene i Petruchio: Thus have I politicly begun my reign.shakespeareswords. Ay. Faculty of the VCA and Music. another way the sheets. And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour. This way the coverlet. and amid this hurly I intend That all is done in reverend care of her. as we watch these kites That bate and beat and will not be obedient. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 11 of 42 . To make her come and know her keeper's call. Now let him speak -.Male . Text taken from http://www. And. And 'tis my hope to end successfully. Another way I have to man my haggard.Shakespeare The Taming of the Shrew – Act IV. As with the meat.aspx. in conclusion. nor tonight she shall not. And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged. she shall watch all night. Entire plays. For then she never looks upon her lure.'tis charity to show.

Shakespeare Othello – Act II. he'll prove to Desdemona A most dear husband. content my soul Till I am evened with him. like a poisonous mineral.com/PlayList. Entire plays. whom I leash For his quick hunting. I do love her too. gnaw my inwards. And practising upon his peace and quiet. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site. stand the putting on. And nothing can.aspx. I dare think. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 12 of 42 . I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip. Which thing to do. 'tis apt and of great credit.Male . the thought whereof Doth. Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb – For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too – Make the Moor thank me. Not out of absolute lust – though peradventure I stand accountant for as great a sin – But partly led to diet my revenge For that I do suspect the lusty Moor Hath leaped into my seat. and reward me For making him egregiously an ass.shakespeareswords. The Moor – howbeit that I endure him not – Is of a constant. wife for wife. Or failing so. Scene i Iago: That Cassio loves her. If this poor trash of Venice. Even to madness. 'Tis here. yet that I put the Moor At least into a jealousy so strong That judgment cannot cure. Faculty of the VCA and Music. noble nature. I do well believe’t: That she loves him. or shall. And. loving. Text taken from http://www. but yet confused: Knavery's plain face is never seen till used. love me. Now.

Shakespeare Julius Caesar – Act III. That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quartered with the hands of war. pardon me. Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar. To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue -A curse shall light upon the limbs of men. groaning for burial. Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry havoc. With Ate by his side. and let slip the dogs of war. like dumb mouths. Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy.aspx. thou bleeding piece of earth. That I am meek and gentle with these butchers. That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 13 of 42 . Entire plays. Faculty of the VCA and Music. Text taken from http://www. And Caesar's spirit. Scene i Mark Antony: O. Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. All pity choked with custom of fell deeds. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site. ranging for revenge.shakespeareswords. do ope their ruby lips.com/PlayList. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy -Which. come hot from hell.Male .

And teach them how to war. And you. Then lend the eye a terrible aspect. you noblest English. Faculty of the VCA and Music. Stiffen the sinews. like so many Alexanders.shakespeareswords. let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base. Have in these parts from morn till even fought. show us here The mettle of your pasture. Scene i King Henry V: Once more unto the breach. Swilled with the wild and wasteful ocean. now attest That those whom you called fathers did beget you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood. Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! – Fathers that. For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. Then imitate the action of the tiger. on. once more. let us swear That you are worth your breeding – which I doubt not. Entire plays. Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears.com/PlayList. England. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 14 of 42 . Dishonour not your mothers. Disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage.aspx. dear friends. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips. Straining upon the start. And sheathed their swords for lack of argument. conjure up the blood. good yeoman. and Saint George!' Text taken from http://www. and stretch the nostril wide. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit.Shakespeare King Henry V – Act III. Hold hard the breath. and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry.Male . and bend up every spirit To his full height! On. Now set the teeth. Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site. Whose limbs were made in England.

But yet hear this – mistake me not: no life. lastly. I do give lost. Tell me what blessings I have here alive That I should fear to die. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site.Shakespeare The Winter’s Tale – Act III. like one infectious. Which I would free – if I shall be condemned Upon surmises. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 15 of 42 . Faculty of the VCA and Music. My third comfort.shakespeareswords. I tell you ‘Tis rigour and not law.Female . from his presence I am barred. I prize it not a straw. Entire plays. I do refer me to the oracle: Apollo be my judge! Text taken from http://www. And first-fruits of my body. To me can life be no commodity: The crown and comfort of my life. spare your threats! The bug which you would fright me with I seek. your favour.com/PlayList. with immodest hatred The childbed privilege denied. Your honours all. Scene ii Hermione: Sir. Now. But know not how it went. before I have got strength of limit.aspx. Starred most unluckily. Myself on every post Proclaimed a strumpet. for I do feel it gone. i’th’ open air. Therefore proceed. My second joy. which ‘longs To women of all fashion. hurried Here to this place. my liege. all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake. is from my breast – The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth – Haled out to murder. but for mine honour.

The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 16 of 42 . sure. the cunning of her passion Invites me in this churlish messenger. For she did speak in starts. Entire plays. Text taken from http://www. mistaken. what means this lady? Fortune forbid my outside have not charmed her! She made good view of me. What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe! O time. For such as we are made.Shakespeare Twelfth Night – Act II. And I. Alas. poor monster. seems to dote on me. Scene ii Viola: I left no ring with her.com/PlayList. None of my lord’s ring? Why. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site. Disguise. if such we be. she were better love a dream. he sent her none. distractedly. Faculty of the VCA and Music. alas the day. As I am woman – now.aspx. What will become of this? As I am man.Female . She loves me. And she. indeed so much That – methought – her eyes had lost her tongue. fond as much on him. our frailty is the cause. not I! It is too hard a knot for me t’untie. I am the man! If it be so – as ‘tis – Poor lady.shakespeareswords. not we. How easy is it for the proper false In women’s waxen hearts to set their forms. thou must untangle this. I see thou art a wickedness Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. How will this fadge? My master loves her dearly. My state is desperate for my master’s love.

she is not yet so old But she may learn. unschooled. Text taken from http://www. Scene ii Portia: You see me. yet for you I would be trebled twenty times myself. but the full sum of me Is sum of something. livings. Such as I am. master of my servants. Happiest of all is that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed. She is not bred so dull but she can learn. Faculty of the VCA and Music. friends. But now I was the lord Of this fair mansion. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site. A thousand times more fair. these servants.shakespeareswords. Lord Bassanio. her governor. unpractised. Though for myself alone I would not be ambitious in my wish To wish myself much better. Is an unlessoned girl. or give away. Myself and what is mine to you and yours Is now converted. Let it presage the ruin of your love And be my vantage to exclaim on you. Entire plays.aspx. but now. I might in virtues. happier than this. This house. Queen o’er myself. and even now. I give them with this ring. Which when you part from. her king. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 17 of 42 . Happy in this. As from her lord. ten thousand times More rich. Exceed account. and this same myself Are yours. which to term in gross. my lord’s.com/PlayList. that only to stand high in your account.Shakespeare The Merchant of Venice – Act III. lose.Female . beauties. where I stand.

and of soldiers slain. pleasure. Cry 'Courage! To the field!' And thou hast talked Of sallies. And in thy face strange motions have appeared. frontiers. And start so often when thou sittest alone? Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks. Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war And thus hath so bestirred thee in thy sleep. Entire plays. That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream. and retires. And I must know it. And all the currents of a heady fight.Female .aspx. and curst melancholy? In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watched And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars. parapets. culverin. sweet lord. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site. Of palisadoes.shakespeareswords. of cannon.com/PlayList. tents.Shakespeare Henry IV Part I – Act II. Of prisoners' ransom. what portents are these? Some heavy business hath my lord in hand. and thy golden sleep? Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth. Of basilisks. Faculty of the VCA and Music. why are you thus alone? For what offence have I this fortnight been A banished woman from my Harry's bed? Tell me. of trenches. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 18 of 42 . O. what is it that takes from thee Thy stomach. Text taken from http://www. Such as we see when men restrain their breath On some great sudden hest. And given my treasures and my rights of thee To thick-eyed musing. Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed. Scene iii Lady Percy: O my good lord. else he loves me not.

that I may sing and dance. I stained this napkin with the blood Is crowned so soon. York. Off with the crown. make him stand upon this molehill here. do mock thee thus. Now in his life. this is he that took King Henry's chair. Was’t you that revelled in our parliament Thou wouldst be fee'd. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 19 of 42 .com/PlayList. to make thee mad. And where’s that valiant crook-back prodigy. York. poor York! But that I hate thee deadly.Female . What! Hath thy fiery heart so parched thine entrails And. That not a tear can fall for Rutland’s death? Text taken from http://www. What! Was it you that would be England’s king? Stamp. to make me sport.aspx. man? Thou shouldst be mad. marry. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site. you should not be king Made issue from the bosom of the boy. Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death. bow low to him. 'tis a fault too too unpardonable! I prithee grieve. Faculty of the VCA and Music. lords. And rob his temples of the diadem. with his rapier’s point. Entire plays. I give thee this to dry thy cheek withal. with the crown. Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies? And this is he was his adopted heir. And I. Ay. against your holy oath? I should lament thy miserable state. that with his crumbling voice Ay.shakespeareswords. whilst I do set it on. Clifford and Northumberland. And will you pale your head in Henry's glory. And made a preachment of your high descent? York cannot speak. where is your darling Rutland? But how is it that great Plantagenet Look. O. sir.Shakespeare Henry VI Part III – Act I. now looks he like a king! Dicky your boy. his head. Come. Where are your mess of sons to back you now? A crown for York! And. Why art thou patient. I see. As I bethink me. to make me merry. take time to do him dead. and. Alas. whilst we breathe. with the rest. Or. and broke his solemn oath? That valiant Clifford. and fret. unless he wear a crown. The wanton Edward and the lusty George? Hold you his hands. And if thine eyes can water for his death. Scene iv Queen Margaret: Brave warriors. rave.

Text taken from http://www. have you with these contrived To bait me with this foul derision? Is all the counsel that we two have shared – The sisters’ vows. So with two seeming bodies but one heart. both in one key. Injurious Hermia. the hours that we have spent When we have chid the hasty-footed time For parting us – O.com/PlayList. Both on one sampler. 'tis not maidenly. Due but to one. Hermia. most ungrateful maid. sitting on one cushion. like two artificial gods Have with our needles created both one flower. So we grew together Like a double cherry. Have you conspired. To join with men in scorning your poor friend? It is not friendly. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 20 of 42 .aspx. As if our hands. voices. Two of the first. Entire plays. Had been incorporate. And will you rent our ancient love asunder. Scene ii Helena: Lo. Both warbling of one song.Shakespeare A Midsummer Night’s Dream – Act III. Now I perceive they have conjoined all three To fashion this false sport in spite of me. childhood innocence? We. and minds.Female .shakespeareswords. like coats in heraldry. seeming parted But yet an union in partition. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site. our sides. is all forgot? All schooldays' friendship. Though I alone do feel the injury. and crowned with one crest. she is one of this confederacy. Two lovely berries moulded the one stem. Our sex as well as I may chide you for it. Faculty of the VCA and Music.

Entire plays.com/PlayList. But old folks. heavy and pale as lead. In half an hour she promised to return. And his to me. Which ten times faster glides than the sun’s beams. many feign as they were dead – Unwieldy. Perchance she cannot meet him. what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. O God.Female . Had she affections and warm youthful blood. Driving back shadows over louring hills. Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this day’s journey. That’s not so. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 21 of 42 . she is lame! Love’s heralds should be thoughts. And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. She would be as swift in motion as a ball. she comes! O honey Nurse.Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet – Act II. slow. My words would bandy her to my sweet love. Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw love. Faculty of the VCA and Music.aspx.shakespeareswords. Text taken from http://www. and from nine till twelve Is three long hours. Scene v Juliet: The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse. O. yet she is not come.

proud mistress. Entire plays. Fare you well. 'Tis such fools as you That makes the world full of ill-favoured children. That you insult. 'Tis not her glass.aspx. faith. by my faith. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 22 of 42 .shakespeareswords. puffing with wind and rain? You are a thousand times a properer man Than she a woman. what means this? Why do you look on me? I see no more in you than in the ordinary Of nature's sale-work. Faculty of the VCA and Music. Foul is most foul. shepherd.Shakespeare As You Like It – Act III. you are not for all markets.com/PlayList. exult and all at once Over the wretched? What though you have no beauty – As. nor your cheek of cream That can entame my spirits to your worship. mistress. but you that flatters her. Scene v Rosalind: And why.Female . And out of you she sees herself more proper Than any of her lineaments can show her. hope not after it: 'Tis not your inky brows. wherefore do you follow her. take his offer. being foul to be a scoffer. http://www. Like foggy south. 'Od's my little life. love him. I see no more in you Than without candle may go dark to bed – Must you be therefore proud and pitiless? Why. your black silk hair. down on your knees And thank heaven. for a good man's love! For I must tell you friendly in your ear. Text taken from Cry the man mercy. be found at this site. Sell when you can. know yourself. I pray you? Who might be your mother. Your bugle eyeballs. I think she means to tangle my eyes too! No. But. fasting. You foolish shepherd. definitions and other resources can also So take her to thee.

But riddle-like lives sweetly where she dies. Indian-like. Yet never know how that desert should be. I love your son. definitions and other resources can also be found at this site.com/PlayList. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 23 of 42 .Female . Did ever in so true a flame of liking. Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth. but honest. and next unto high heaven.Shakespeare All’s Well that Ends Well – Act I. Let not your hate encounter with my love. That seeks not to find that her search implies. Text taken from http://www. Wish chastely and love dearly. Scene iii Helena: Then. Yet in this captious and intenable sieve I still pour in the waters of my love And lack not to lose still. Here on my knee. My dearest madam. but if yourself. Religious in mine error. give pity To her whose state is such that cannot choose But lend and give where she is sure to lose. so's my love. that your Dian Was both herself and love – O then. strive against hope. Entire plays.shakespeareswords. Nor would I have him till I do deserve him. I adore The sun that looks upon his worshipper But knows of him no more. That before you. I confess. For loving where you do.aspx. I follow him not By any token of presumptuous suit. Thus. I know I love in vain. My friends were poor. Faculty of the VCA and Music. Be not offended. before high heaven and you. for it hurts not him That he is loved of me.

For instance. So I took time off to give her a hand. a mangle. Excuse me. I had a good mind to give her a workover there and then.Contemporary The Homecoming – Harold Pinter Lenny: I mean. she said. now look here. She only lived up the road. the shovel standing by my chair. you see. Well. not even lifting a little finger to give me a helping hand. while I was having my mid-morning cup of tea in a neighbouring cafe. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 24 of 42 . risking a rupture. doing a bit of shoulders on with the mangle. I am very sensitive to atmosphere. It must have weighed about half a ton. you want to get a spin drier.Male . but he'd left it in the wrong room. Well. why don't you stuff this iron mangle up your arse? Anyway. naturally. it couldn't stay there. last Christmas I decided to do a bit of snow-clearing for the Borough Council. So after a few minutes I said to her. he'd left it in the front room. and this old lady just standing there. when people make unreasonable demands on me. Her brother-in-law. she wanted it in the back room. had left it for her. because we had a heavy snow over here that year in Europe. So there I was. waving me on. well that was a silly place to leave it. but as I was feeling jubilant with the snow-clearing I just gave her a short-arm jab to the belly and jumped on a bus outside. he'd left it in the front room. but I tend to get desensitized. I said. It was a present he'd given her. the only trouble was when I got there I couldn't move this mangle. shall I take this ashtray out of your way? Faculty of the VCA and Music. they're out of date. that morning. if you know what I mean. How this brother-in-law got it up there in the first place I can't even begin to envisage. But he'd left it in the wrong room. to iron out the washing. an old lady approached me and asked me if I would give her a hand with her iron mangle. Well.

Male . That’s not a boast. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. Oh yes. Feel how it was for me. But later when you shag – and later you will shag. All the time. I am up for that as well. I put it around. I must not be ignored or you will find me as troublesome a package as ever pissed in the Thames. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 25 of 42 . You will say ‘That was a noble impulse in him’ or ‘He played a brave part there. When the mood is on me. Second Earl of Rochester and I do not want you to like me. d’y know? And you will watch me putting it around and sigh for it. Now.’ That is it. I reiterate only for those who have arrived late or were buying oranges or were simply not listening: I am John Wilmot. (He looks around. What I require is not your affection but your attention. Faculty of the VCA and Music.) Do not despair. And the same warning applies. ‘Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed? Did he know something more profound? Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shinning. No. jades. It is bone hard medical fact. how it is for me and ponder. When I become a BIT OF A CHARMER that is your danger sign for it prefaces the change into THE FULL REPTILE a few seconds later. Gentlemen. Now. That is my prologue. Still your cheesy erections till I have had my say.’ but DO NOT WARM TO ME.Contemporary The Libertine – Stephen Jeffreys Rochester: Allow me to be frank at the commencement: you will not like me. Don’t. harlots (as how could there not be) leave them be for the moment. I say you will not. Or an opinion. certainly no protestations of modesty. you were not expecting that I trust. An announcement. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. nothing in rhyme. gents: if there be vizards in the house. I shall expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down – I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads. it will not serve. Ladies. It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my arse pointing up your petticoats.) I am up for it. (He looks around. livelong moment. I shall do things you will like.

ladies and gentlemen… My head’s going round and round. the owner of the cherry orchard! Translation by Michael Frayn Faculty of the VCA and Music. I’m asleep – this is all just inside my head – a figment of the imagination. Here comes the new landlord. where they weren’t even allowed into the kitchens. their beaten half-literate Yermolay. who ran barefoot in winter – if they could see this same Yermolay buying the estate… The most beautiful thing in the entire world! I have bought the estate where my father and grandfather were slaves.Male . their Yermolay. you in the band! Play away! I want to hear you! Everyone come and watch Yermolay Lopakhin set about the cherry orchard with his axe! Watch these trees come down! Weekend houses. Hey. and our grandchildren and our great grandchildren will see a new life here… Music! Let’s hear the band play! Let’s have everything the way I want it. I can’t speak… (laughs) So now the cherry orchard is mine! Mine! Great God in heaven – the cherry orchard is mine! Tell me I’m drunk – I’m out of my mind – tell me it’s all an illusion … Don’t laugh at me! If my father and grandfather could rise from their graves and see it all happening – if they could see me. we’ll build weekend houses. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 26 of 42 .Contemporary The Cherry Orchard – Anton Chekhov Lopakhin: I bought it… I bought it! One moment…wait…if you would.

I duck one lumbering giant. have you? Where I live there are dozens of factories: shoe factories. then I catch sight of the goals. I was watching you pick these. Bass Strait. (Pause) You’d like the trams. I boot a seventy-yard drop kick straight through the centre. My mother steals flowers from her neighbour’s front garden so every morning she can have fresh flowers in her vase for Saint Teresa’s portrait.) This is your home. I’ve never seen the likes of them. The crowd goes wild! (He cheers wildly. and there is a brilliant spark of electricity.Contemporary The Golden Age – Louis Nowra Francis: Are you looking at the sunset? (Startled BETSHEB turns around. Look at us reflected in the water. Someone hand passes it. especially at night. clothing. I’m not used to such silence. straight to me. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 27 of 42 .Male . behind the chimneys. hydraulic machines. My home is across the river. born and bred. You’ve never seen a city or town. like an axe striking a rock. and every so often the conducting rod hits a terminus. A bit of muddy orange light in the distance. BETSHEB laughs at his actions. (Silence) These sunsets here. Smiling) I’m not a monster… No more running. They rattle and squeak. I’m a city boy. like ghosts rattling their chains. Silence) So quiet. (He smiles and she smiles back. Saint Teresa could smell the burning flesh of her heart. Faculty of the VCA and Music. (Pause. She was a woman centuries ago. A huge oval of grass. spin around a nifty dwarf of a rover. He is pleased to have made her laugh. ‘Whish’. ‘Spiss!’ On Saturday afternoon thousands of people go and watch the football. My mother works in a shoe factory.) Not as good as your play. see? Upside-down. some that make gaskets. (Smiling) When it penetrated her. (Silence) What is it about you people? Why are you like you are? Don’t go. (Miming a football) A ball like this. is generally all I get to see. God fired a burning arrow of love into her. (Pointing to his boots) These came from my mother’s factory.

when out of these banal scenes and trite words they attempt to extract a moral – some small and simple moral with a hundred household uses. and there. and there am I. When the curtain goes up. loves me not. demonstrate how people eat and drink. whereas in my view the modern theatre is an anthology of stereotypes and received ideas.Male . She wants to live and love and dress in light colours. (laughs) There you are – she doesn’t love me. these great artists. these high priests in the temple of art. twenty-five years old. the same old thing. the same old thing – then I run and don’t stop running. just as Maupassant ran from the sight of the Eiffel Tower. that weighed on his brain with its sheer vulgarity. Translation by Michael Frayn Faculty of the VCA and Music. and that’s why she hates me.Contemporary The Seagull – Anton Chekhov Treplev: (pulling petals off a flower) She loves me . when under a thousand different disguises they keep serving me up the same old thing. of course she doesn’t. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 28 of 42 .she loves me not…She loves me . When I’m not there she’s thirty-two – when I am she’s forty-three. perpetually reminding her that she’s stopped being young. in a room with three walls lit by artificial lighting because it’s always evening.she loves me not… Loves me. She loves the theatre – she thinks she’s serving humanity and the sacred cause of art. Well. What we need are new artistic forms. And if we don’t get new forms it would be better if we had nothing at all. how they love and walk about and wear their suits. Then again I don’t acknowledge the theatre.

And then through the doorway. Then. desert breeze and the air smelt like new-cut alfalfa.Male . behind them both. She’s just standing there. But the second we saw each other. I’ll never forget the red awning because it flapped in the night breeze and the porch light made it glow. And then this woman comes to the door. She just appears. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 29 of 42 . And he opened the bottle up and offered it to me. I see this girl. And I took it and drank it and handed it back to him. past the miniature golf course. And we never said a word the whole time. And he starts crying. And we just kept passing it back and forth like that as we walked until we drank the whole thing dry. Before he even took a drink. I though we were just out for a walk. that very second. we reached this little white house with a red awning. finally. on the far side of town. And she throws herself into his arms. This real pretty woman with red hair.Contemporary Fool for Love – Sam Shepard Eddie: And we walked right through town. we knew we’d never stop being in love. We walked right up to the front porch and he rang the bell and I remember getting real nervous because I wasn’t expecting to visit anybody. past the Chevron station. Past the donut shop. It was a hot. staring at me and I’m staring back at her and we can’t take our eyes off each other. And she’s kissing him all over the face and holding him real tight and he’s just crying like a baby. Faculty of the VCA and Music. He just breaks down right there in front of me. It was like we knew each other from somewhere but we couldn’t place where. he offered it to me first.

The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 30 of 42 .. And I looked at the pen and said to myself. and neither are you. Willy.. begging fool of myself. Can’t you understand that? There’s no spite in it anymore. what the hell am I grabbing this for? Why am I trying to become what I don’t want to be? What am I doing in an office.Contemporary Death of a Salesman – Arthur Miller Biff: Now hear this. that’s all. you hear me? And in the middle of that office building.. Willy?. making a contemptuous. waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am! Why can’t I say that. You were never anything but a hard-working drummer who landed in the ash-can like all the rest of them! I’m one dollar an hour! Do you gather my meaning? I’m not bringing them home!. this is me… You know why I had no address for three months? I stole a suit in Kansas City and I was in jail… I stole myself out of every good job since high school!. And suddenly I stopped. Pop. And I never got anywhere because you blew me so full of hot air I could never stand taking orders from anybody! That’s whose fault it is! I had to be boss big shot in two weeks. and I’m through with it! I ran down eleven flights with a pen in my hand today. I’m nothing! I’m nothing. Pop. when all I want is out there. and so are you! I am not a leader of men. for Christ’s sake? Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens? Faculty of the VCA and Music.. The work and the food and time to sit and smoke.. Willy.Male . BROKEN) Will you let me go. (CRYING. Pop! I’m a dime a dozen. I’m just what I am. I saw the things that I love in this world..

he should be … growing into something else. I won’t stand for it. Time was the man was dead and that was it. But I can’t see his face any more. All I can see is a … black tongue hangin’ out. In my head. Tribal way is finished. and Poppy is not gunna drag this on and on and on till every last young fella’s drunk himself to death or … strung himself up because he doesn’t know what he is any more. If he’s dead he should be in the ground: in the cold fucking ground. Swollen up. Nothing else will come. it doesn’t have a chance. Of him. That spooky Aboriginal bullshit. you know? Like on the footy field or something. You know that Dave. I don’t want to hear it. Faculty of the VCA and Music. That’s not … the way it’s done. not … crawling out and trailing you with his long rope hangin’ off him. And some poor fuckwit walks out the station and sees that … see that … that thing … hangin’ there and …and carries it round for the rest of his life.Male . you know? That’s all that’s left. I’ve tried to make … They gotta learn to be whitefellas! (Tapping his head) Up here. Christ. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 31 of 42 . Now they follow you round. I’m telling you: Poppy is going down for what he’s done. I’ve worked for people. You – you seen it. it’s all got … sucked out somehow. A black … tongue. I don’t want to know. I’ve got something on him and he’s going down. (Pause) I try and think of him … like he was. That’s what the world is.Contemporary Dead Heart – Nick Parsons Ray: No! No! No! Don’t give me that bullshit. A man was just a man.

The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 32 of 42 .Contemporary The Cherry Orchard – Anton Chekhov Trofimov: All Russia is our orchard. Faculty of the VCA and Music. sick and fearful. Think for a moment. And the places I’ve been to! The places where fate has driven me! And all the time. Be free as the wind. You must understand that. at the expense of others – at the expense of people you don’t allow past the front hall… We’re two hundred years behind the times at least. Anya: your grandfather. So that your mother and you and your uncle don’t even notice you’re living on credit. only by the most unheard-of. my soul has been filled with premonitions I can’t explain or describe. The earth is broad and beautiful. I can just see it now. Can’t you see human faces. and go. your great-grandfather – all your forebears – they were the masters of serfs.Male . Anya! Have faith in me! I’m not thirty yet – I’m young – I’m still a student – but I’ve borne so much already! Every winter I’m hungry. There are many marvelous places. looking out at you from behind every tree-trunk in the orchard – from every leaf and every cherry? Can’t you hear their voices? The possession of living souls – it’s changed something deep in all of you. Anya. Anya. at every minute of the day and night. as poor as a beggar. hasn’t it. I have a premonition of happiness. We still have nothing – no properly defined attitude to the past. unceasing labour. Throw the keys down the well. We just philosophise away. Have faith in me. They owned living souls. But it’s only too clear that to start living in the present we have to redeem our past – we have to break with it. And it can be redeemed only by suffering. and complain about our boredom or drink vodka.

The band. Love me. come over they seem to be screaming. right to the hungry spot. me. cards. my clothes are impeccable. They want to show off. perhaps not. down whiz straight to the heart and zoom. I love. that was it. they want to fall in love with the moment and it to fall in love with them. Get out of their day shoes and set off at a gallop. They abandon themselves here. gin and tonic. me. sparkling glasses full of champagne. me. And he would fly over the end after me splash. relax and they would sit and put a hand out somewhere on the table. it would contact my hand and ping down the arm would go. Snacks. Fill me up. Or someone could walk up their timing perfect. in a row laid back. love they think. wild dancing. Faculty of the VCA and Music. watches. all of me. And down we go. now anything I can do for you back? No. I’ve put on my deodorant. ping bullseye. I love. ping and then ah. I would breath out. the message and it would run up the shoulder into the head. jewellery. drinks whizzing down the gullet. I would wake up and dance I would jump off the end of the pier.Female . lipstick. yes. Women melting into their partners’ bodies. talk gurgling up. not a sure thing at all.They have learned how not to care. And my dress would fill up with light. high stools. anywhere will do. zing the genitals aflame. Black shiny surfaces. cocktails. how here to let go the reins. it would register. Got it thank you. I’ve had a bath. cigarettes. free fall. and stand fitting the shape of me. all polished and clean. money. Come over here and really fill me up with something significant something . dancing. Hungry. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 33 of 42 . Greedy are they? No. handsome. I love. hands wandering all over the place. A right word a soft word at just the right moment straight down the ear hole. who cares. liqueurs etc.of value. Now now now do the next bit.Contemporary The Black Sequin Dress – Jenny Kemp Woman 1: I can see a beautiful nightclub. gurgle gurgle gurgle. bare bodies under not much. fill me up. ah. the men wrapped around them like blankets. not greedy. Perfection.

then takes two hours to dress… that’s terrible! In hot weather sometimes you long to drink the way I began longing to work. why is it I'm so happy today? As if I were sailing.I felt I knew how life had to be lived. or a shepherd. then shut your heart against me. that’s the only way he can find the sense and purpose of his life.Contemporary Three Sisters – Anton Chekhov Irena: Tell me. then drinks her coffee in bed. Why is it? Why? I woke up this morning. or a teacher. never mind being human even – better to be an ox.and suddenly I felt everything in this world was clear to me . his delight. How fine to be a working man who rises at first light and breaks stones on the road. he has to toil in the sweat of his face. I washed . or an engine driver on the railway… Lord. and great white birds soaring in the wind. I got up. I can see it all. whoever he happens to be. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 34 of 42 . his happiness. Dear Ivan Romanich. And if I don’t start getting up early and working. just so long as you work – anything rather than a young lady who rises at noon. better to be a simple horse. with the wide. Ivan Romanich. A human being has to labour. Faculty of the VCA and Music. blue sky above me.Female .

like a cigarette – pinch it out – tread it under your heel. on this night of nights. that so torments you – we’ll leave that to others to worry about. We’re surrounded by life. Don’t break this silence with your little words! There’s no man in the world I could ever love as I love you. Yes…? (she laughs) Idiot! Take it! Snatch it! Seize it! What more do you want? Smoke it to the end. Everything is alive. Let’s take that love. and everything will be just as it was before. on such a night as this. just as all this is good and true. You’re being watched! Look up. We must live.Female . not a wild animal! All right – if you really hate it all so much I’ll go away again. we’ll simply live! Faculty of the VCA and Music. not here. you absurd man! A thousand eyes. and all the rest. Is that what you want? I’ll go away. Be human! You funny creature! A woman loves you – a woman you love – fine summer weather. too. if you must. Are you really such a terrible Don Juan? You look so handsome in the moonlight! Such a solemn face! It’s a woman who’s come to call. all shining with indignation! You must be good and true. Tonight. There’s no woman in the world you could ever love as you love me. And yet life is what I long for. beneath such a sky? Tell your lies in autumn. but not now. What could be simpler than that? You don’t realise how hard life is for me. nothing is ever still. in the gloom and the mud. Misha! Leave all the problems for tomorrow.Contemporary Wild Honey – Anton Chekhov Anna Petrovna: How can you say that? How can you lie to me. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 35 of 42 .

he was everything Father wasn’t and I hated him. somehow slipped out of my consciousness and I forgot he even existed. in my thoughts. I love him. Who was he? The first man? The tenth? How many men had I slept with? Who were they? Where do all these men come from? What do they want? I hated him! He was inside me and I hated him. I love his vision. just empty. his unflinching gaze. I never loved Geoffrey. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. Michael! Show me how to live! I know he’s alive! I love him! I don’t know how. his drive. look at him through the windows: his dark land. nothing I could be. I wanted him dead.Contemporary Hate – Stephen Sewell Celia: Show me. Michael. All it ever was was just one more battle with Father. Faculty of the VCA and Music. even the way I held a teacup reminded me of him. And then he just slipped away. He was a fool. One day I found myself in bed with another man and I felt nothing: no remorse. the light through the window. If he’s so mad.Female . so’s the world. bashed. And then I realized there was nothing I could do. stabbed. the sheets of the bed and this stranger next to me. touching me as if he owned me. possessed it like an animal and ridden it till it screamed in anguish. I want it. Look at how he scoured his soul. he was a coward. I’m worth nothing. I love him. Razed it to the ground and scorched it. to ever get away from him. Look at him. I love his lack of pettiness. I hated him so much I’d find myself daydreaming he’d been killed in a car accident. I can see that now. I want its fury to possess me. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 36 of 42 . but I do! [Pause] I love his power and his strength: I love the clarity of his mind. his anger. in my dreams. I love his willpower. As soon as I had him I could see everything Dad had said was true. I’m a lie.

Female . white shiny teeth… I’m BLACK!” You get a lot of attention. beautiful black skin. Spoken in an American accent while holding the audience at ‘gunpoint’. looking in the mirror and I thought.Contemporary 7 Stages of Grieving – Wesley Enoch. policeman. the one equipped with video cameras. The Woman sniffs the air. warning to shop lifters. I was in the bathroom. in my nice dress. lock my keys in the car. which way. looking pretty deadly myself. fucken UN and that same sniffer dog. look around. “Nice hair. Just to make sure everything’s OK. fucken sniffer dog… ‘Get out of it’. so I went to try on a dress and the shop assistant escorts me to the ‘special’ dressing room. beautiful black skin and white shiny teeth… ‘Hey which way’. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 37 of 42 . Somebody boodgi and they all look at me! Now I go to my deadly Datsun. “Keep an eye on the nigger… eye on the nigger. Eh but this Murri too good. Deborah Mailman Murri Woman: Have you ever been black? You know when you wake up one morning and you’re black? Happened to me this morning. I’m in this expensive shop and there’s this guy next to me. a security guard. special treatment from being black. nice hair. nice hair. army. nice tie. nice hair. waving a nice big gun in the air and the shop assistant says. fireman.” OK. Just so I don’t put anything I shouldn’t on my nice dress. Ma’am?” (CONTINUED ON NEXT PAGE) Faculty of the VCA and Music. “Who owns the car. bathed in perfume. beautiful black skin and white shiny teeth… Now I’m in this crowded elevator. nice suit. she got a coat hanger in her bag! Fiddling around for a good five seconds and started hearing sirens.

” So I’m driving along in my deadly Datsun. Still with the sound of sirens in my head. Aunty comes in. beautiful black skin and white shiny teeth. fireman. beautiful black skin. Finally get home. Morning comes. army. Imitating a fast car. white shiny teeth. “Eh Sisgirl. I wake up. with the help of the policeman. I go to bed. Still looking deadly in my nice dress.Indicating herself. fucken UN. “ME. I’M STILL BLACK! NUNNA! Faculty of the VCA and Music. Nice hair. Vrooom! Next minute I see this black shape coming down the road – fucken sniffer dog. Started waving people for help. Started waving people for help. Kicking that sniffer dog out. Car breaks down. nice hair. Get out. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 38 of 42 . Snuggling up to my doona and pillow. Thinking that tomorrow will be a better day. looking in the mirror. stylin up to that rear vision mirror. can I borrow it? ‘Mmmm’. Vrooom! Started waving people for help. nice dress.

That is riches. this stage is gilded. And when people desire you in such a manner. then you can envisage a steady river of gold lapping at your doorstep. Betterton. wishing me to be his and his alone. not five pound here or there for pity or bed favours. John. I am no Nell Gwyn. I wish to continue being the creature I am. You’re right. my love. I will not give up the stage as soon as a King or a Lord has seen me on it and. ‘Leave this gaudy. not a noble’s ransom for holding you hostage from the thing you love. It is gilded with my future earnings. I will not swap my certain glory for your undependable love. do you? You have comprehended – just – that I am tired of being your mistress and your solution is to conscript me into becoming your wife. It is not being a mistress I am tired of. I am tired of you. I do not wish to be your wife. will then pay a fortune to keep me off it. And I will not trade those for a dependency on you. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 39 of 42 .Female . but a lifetime of money amassed through your own endeavours. London walks into this theatre to see me – not George’s play nor Mr. Faculty of the VCA and Music. They want me and they want me over and over again. I do not wish to be anyone’s wife. gilded stage’.Contemporary The Libertine – Stephen Jeffreys Elizabeth: You have no understanding. I am not the sparrow you picked up in the roadside.

and today he’s freezing… I’m really worried about him! We’d better see he’s eating properly. and there was a candle left burning. Why is he so cold? He had a fever yesterday. for instance – that’s just perfect for a baby: it’s dry. the servants are getting careless. Bobik!’ I said. You know. he recognized me. and she can move in with Olga meantime… She’s not at home during the day anyway she’s only here at nights… Faculty of the VCA and Music. I’m worried. yes. Bobik gets a chill so easily. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 40 of 42 . and it gets the sun all day. Children know everything that’s going on. ‘Hello. you have to keep an eye on them constantly. I’ll tell them not to let the musicians in. They’re kept busy the whole time. otherwise you’ll never lose weight. at least until the warm weather.Contemporary Three Sisters – Anton Chekhov Natasha: It’s carnival time. They haven’t come home. Andryusha. Anyway. Irina darling’. But she doesn’t listen. Olga and her staff meeting. Irina’s room. ‘Hello. I said. to make sure nothing’s wrong. did you say? You know. And I still haven’t found out who lit it. And there’s supposed to be carnival people arriving at ten o’clock. and he suddenly smiled – yes.Female . Irina at her telegraph office… I said that to your sister this morning. Olga and Irina still aren’t in. poor things. Quarter past eight. that darling little boy woke up this morning and looked at me. I walked through the dining room at midnight last night. I’m worried in case it’s too cold for him in there. I’ve ordered sour milk for supper. Andryusha. I’m afraid our little Bobik isn’t at all well. The doctor says you’re to have nothing but sour milk. ‘You must look after yourself. I’d rather they didn’t come. She’ll have to be told. they understand perfectly. We ought to put him in another room. my darling!’ And he laughed.

says Mozart and he throws back his head.’ I looked down. I’m wet. ‘Golly. White. Now I had been told to beware of men in raincoats. little girl. I was never lonely playing the piano. It’s a short piece. Bach.Contemporary Marco Polo Sings a Solo – John Guare Diane: I really had started cookin’ when I was eight. More’.’ My fingers dig into Brahms. Well. Bring me back to life’. Hi. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 41 of 42 . Opened. A little raincoat. The audience roars. He says.’ Mozart moans. I sat down at the piano as I had every day since I could walk. The cool water of Mozart. dug them into the eighty-eights and Mozart says: ‘Yeah. Faculty of the VCA and Music. Black. Diane de la Nova and her Massage Parlour of Melody. Mozart spurts all over me. For the next twenty years that was my life. he had a raincoat on. ‘Hello. Mozart! Only this time. ‘You’ve never played better. I lifted my hands. Mozart! This isn’t a school yard. And here was Mozart. Can’t they see what’s happened? I look down and hear a chorus of ‘yeahs’ coming from all those little dead men in raincoats. Mozart’s no degenerate. Brahms was always there. This child prodigy. but after all.Female . You can trust Mozart. Andrew Carnegie and I’m only 8 years old and what the hell are you doing??? ‘More. I started to like it. More. It ends. Diane de la Nova and her circus of Music. Mozart wet. The raincoat. Give it to me. There’s a scuffle and Brahms leaps on the keys. it was Mozart. This is a hall named after Mr. I’ll try’. ‘Dig those digits into these eighty-eights. You gonna bring me back to La Vie?’ I said. And I began playing that Kochel listing I had been practicing for a year with that magical imitative brilliance that children can have. Frightened. Mozart lives. The technical mastery and total non-comprehension that children can have. Holding up signs. Mozart. Brahms lives. Mozart’s no creep. Chopin. ‘Me next! Me next! Bring me back to life. threw back the lid of the Knabe-Bechstien-Steinway and there on the keys was Mozart. I became terrified. The keys became erect. Mother??? Dad?? They’re in the wings blowing kisses at me. Bring me back to life.

I never felt so whole and so completely independent. It is particularly cruel because I care for men. by rats. What’s your advice? I believe in asking strangers for advice.. yet I conceive from a look. [Pause. really it is better than a marine landscape by Mr Van Oots and in any case I don’t think I like sex. can you? I am trying to appreciate views instead.. is that His way. her lovely that. the thin surf on the mudbank. you cannot trust your friends. I will die of him. looking as I do. should she?. have you had that?. I know all poems are dick but I go back. Faculty of the VCA and Music. absolutely cannot. The University of Melbourne Bachelor of Dramatic Art Audition Monologue Booklet – For 2011 Entry Page 42 of 42 . To look at me you’d think she knows no pain.. Last week I thought the floor of my body was being. Admit you say that… Oh.. I would keep away from dick if I could. but he writes so beautifully. She breathes.. I cannot keep a child in. it is silly but he makes me feel alive. this is absolute life.. this is pure. I believe in essence all your friends wish you dead. but you cannot be as good as I am. of course you do. do you think? I will die from one of these drops. I do feel clean. I thought my whole floor was going. by dogs. I go back tonight. And the low cloud racing. he goes on about. But there are pains and pains. wouldn’t you? I’m sure you say that. I am twenty-four and have miscarried seven times.] Oh.Female . The wind off the estuary. you do. keeps him awake at nights. of God?. Say yes or no. isn’t it. my whispering hair and so on. you do! Her lovely this. you do. and keep away from them. what is the matter with God. was being bitten out. and the grey flat water.Contemporary Victory – Howard Barker Devonshire: I do feel clean here. aren’t there?. a woman should never forget a poem is actually dick. my rump. That is wicked. this is the third letter in a week begging me back and in verse too! All very flattering but really it is pure dick. privately.. my rump. my womb is only fit for a nun. you think I have no agonies.. no.