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Shakespeare Monologues (Male)

Henry 8, 5.3 (Porter's Man)

MAN.

Pray, sir, be patient; ’tis as much impossible,

Julius Caesar, 1.1 (Marcellus)

MUR.

Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?

Julius Caesar, 1.1 (Murellus)

MUR.

Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?

Julius Caesar, 1.2 (Cassius)

CAS.

I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,

Julius Caesar, 1.3 (Casca)

CASCA.

Are not you mov’d, when all the sway of earth

Julius Caesar, 2.1 (Brutus)

BRU.

It must be by his death; and for my part,

Julius Caesar, 3.1 (Antony)

ANT.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,

Julius Caesar, 3.2 (Antony)

ANT.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!

Julius Caesar, 3.2 (Antony)

ANT.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

Julius Caesar, 3.2 (Brutus)

BRU.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause,

King John, 2.1 (Philip the Bastard)

BAST.

Mad world, mad kings, mad composition!

King John, 3.4 (Pandulph)

PAND.

How green you are and fresh in this old world!

King John, 4.1 (Arthur)

ARTH.

Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,

King John, 4.2 (Hubert)

HUB.

My lord, they say five moons were seen tonight;

King John, 4.2 (King John)

K. JOHN.

O, when the last accompt ’twixt heaven and earth

King John, 5.1 (Philip the Bastard)

BAST.

But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad?

King Lear, 1.2 (Edmund)

EDM.

Thou, Nature, art my goddess, to thy law

King Lear, 2.2 (Kent)

KENT.

Fellow, I know thee. A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats;

King Lear, 2.3 (Edgar)

EDG.

I heard myself proclaim’d,

King Lear, 2.4 (Lear)

LEAR.

O, reason not the need! our basest beggars

King Lear, 3.2 (Lear)

LEAR.

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage, blow!

King Lear, 4.6 (Lear)

LEAR.

Ay, every inch a king!

King Lear, 4.7 (Lear)

LEAR.

You do me wrong to take me out o’ th’ grave:

King Richard 2, 1.1 (Mowbray)

MOW.

Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal.

King Richard 2, 1.3 (Mowbray)

MOW.

A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege,

King Richard 2, 2.1 (Gaunt)

GAUNT.

Methinks I am a prophet new inspir’d,

King Richard 2, 2.3 (Bullingbrook)

BULL.

As I was banish’d, I was banish’d Herford,

King Richard 2, 3.2 (King Richard)

K. RICH.

No matter where—of comfort no man speak:

King Richard 2, 3.3 (King Richard)

K. RICH.

We are amaz’d, and thus long have we stood

King Richard 2, 3.3 (King Richard)

K. RICH.

What must the King do now? Must he submit?

King Richard 2, 4.1 (Bishop Carlisle)

CAR.

Worst in this royal presence may I speak,

King Richard 2, 4.1 (King Richard)

K. RICH.

Alack, why am I sent for to a king

King Richard 2, 5.5 (Richard)

K. RICH.

I have been studying how I may compare

Love's Labour's Lost, 1.2 (Armado)

ARM.

I do affect the very ground (which is base) where her shoe (which is baser)

Love's Labour's Lost, 2.1 (Boyet)

BOYET.

If my observation (which very seldom lies),

Love's Labour's Lost, 3.1 (Berowne)

BER.

O, and I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love’s whip,

Love's Labour's Lost, 3.1 (Moth)

MOTH.

No, my complete master, but to jig off a tune at the tongue’s end,

Love's Labour's Lost, 4.2 (Holofernes)

HOL.

You find not the apostraphas, and so miss the accent. Let me supervise the canzonet.

Love's Labour's Lost, 4.3 (Berowne)

BER.

The King he is hunting the deer: I am coursing myself.

Love's Labour's Lost, 4.3 (Berowne)

BER.

Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.

Love's Labour's Lost, 4.3 (Berowne)

BER.

Consider what you first did swear unto:

Love's Labour's Lost, 5.1 (Armado)

ARM.

Sir, the King is a noble gentleman, and my familiar,

Love's Labour's Lost, 5.1 (Holofernes)

HOL.

Novi hominem tanquam te.

Love's Labour's Lost, 5.2 (Berowne)

BER.

Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief,

Love's Labour's Lost, 5.2 (Berowne)

BER.

Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury.

Love's Labour's Lost, 5.2 (Boyet)

BOYET.

Under the cool shade of a sycamore

Macbeth, 1.2 (Bleeding Sergeant)

SERG.

Doubtful it stood,

Macbeth, 1.7 (Macbeth)

MACB.

If it were done, when ’tis done, then ’twere well

Macbeth, 2.1 (Macbeth)

MACB.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,

Macbeth, 2.2 (Macbeth)

MACB.

I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?

 
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