請從以下19個獨白中，根據性別與您個人喜好，選出一個你喜歡的獨白，並依據我們的試鏡須知加以演出。
給女生用的獨白
|
W1 |
|
|
W2 |
|
|
W3 |
|
|
W4 |
|
|
W5 |
|
|
W6 |
|
|
W7 |
|
|
W8 |
|
|
W9 |
|
|
W10 |
|
|
W11 |
給男生用的獨白
|
M1 |
|
|
M2 |
|
|
M3 |
|
|
M4 |
|
|
M5 |
|
|
M6 |
|
|
M7 |
|
|
M8 |
W1.女生獨白1
標題︰ALICE IN
WONDERLAND
作者︰A monologue from the book by
Lewis Carroll
標題︰NO SMOKING
作者︰A monologue from the play by
Jacinto Benavente
LADY: For goodness' sake, don't
stop upon our account! Smoke as much as you want to--it doesn't bother me, or
my daughter, either. We are used to it. Her poor father, my first husband--who
is now in glory--was never without a cigar in his mouth. As he bit off one, it
lit it with the butt of the other. And my second husband--who now rests in
peace--they were alike as two buttons; you could scarcely tell the difference.
So you see as far as we are concerned, you can't annoy us by smoking. Before we
changed, we were travelling in the ladies' compartment, and we transferred to
this one as soon as we could because there was a woman in that compartment--I
say she was a woman because I don't know what else to call her--with her
companion--she must have been her companion, she was with her anyway--well, I
can tell you I was mortified. I was ashamed--such a conversation! Between the
two of them! They might as well have been sitting in their own parlors. As far
as that goes, you know, speaking for myself, a widow twice, it was nothing to
me; but before my daughter.... I had to make her sit with her head out of the
window all the way. It was pretty chilly for her. You can see for yourself she
has taken cold. And she's got a cinder in her eye, too--worse luck! Her eyes
are the best part of her.
標題︰EVE'S DIARY
作者︰A monologue from the book by
Mark Twain
EVE: We are getting along very
well now, Adam and I, and getting better and better acquainted. He does not try
to avoid me any more, which is a good sign, and shows that he likes to have me with
him. That pleases me, and I study to be useful to him in every way I can, so as
to increase his regard. During the last day or two I have taken all the work of
naming things off his hands, and this has been a great relief to him, for he
has no gift in that line, and is evidently very grateful. He can't think of a
rational name to save him, but I do not let him see that I am aware of his
defect. Whenever a new creature comes along I name it before he has time to
expose himself by an awkward silence. In this way I have saved him many
embarrassments. I seem to know just by the shape of the creature and the way it
acts what animal it is. When the dodo came along he thought it was a wildcat--I
saw it in his eye. But I saved him. And I was careful not to do it in a way
that could hurt his pride. I just spoke up in a quite natural way of pleasing
surprise, and not as if I was dreaming of conveying information, and said,
"Well, I do declare, if there isn't the dodo!" I explained--without
seeming to be explaining--how I know it for a dodo, and although I thought
maybe he was a little piqued that I knew the creature when he didn't, it was
quite evident that he admired me. That was very agreeable, and I thought of it
more than once with gratification before I slept. How little a thing can make
us happy when we feel that we have earned it!
標題︰THE CASKET COMEDY
作者︰A monologue from the play by Titus Marcus Plautus
HALISCA: If heaven doesn't rescue
me, I'm dead and done for, with not a soul to look to for aid! Oh, how
miserable my own heedlessness makes me! Oh! how I dread what will happen to my
back, if my mistress finds out I've been so negligent! [thinking] Surely
I had that little casket in my hands and received it from her here in front of
the house--and where it is now I don't know, unless I dropped it somewhere
about here, as I suspect. [to audience] Dear gentlemen, dear spectators,
do tell me if anyone of you saw him, the man who carried it off or who picked
it up. Did he go [pointing] this way, or that? [pauses, then
indignantly] I'm none the wiser for asking or pestering them--the creatures
always enjoy seeing a woman in trouble! Now I'll [scans the ground]
examine the footprints here, in case I can find any. For if no one passed by
after I went inside, the casket would be lying here. [looking about again,
then hopelessly.] What am I to do? I'm done for, I fancy! It's all over, my
day has come, unlucky, fated wretch that I am! Not a trace of it, and there
won't be a trace left of me, either! It's lost, and so I'm lost, too! But I
won't give up, though; I'll keep on looking. Oh, my heart's in a flutter and my
back's in a fright--fear on both sides driving me frantic! What poor, poor
things human beings are! Now he's happy, whoever he is, that has it--something
that's no use to him and the death of me! But I'm delaying myself by not
setting to work. To work, Halisca! Eyes on the ground, eyes down! Track
it--sharp now--like an augur! [looks for footprints, her nose close to the
ground. After an energetic and futile search] Nowhere! [with wry
resignation] It's no use. What's lost is lost. I'm going back inside.
標題︰THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST
作者︰A monologue from the play by
Oscar Wilde
LADY
標題︰ THE WILD DUCK
作者︰ A monologue from the play by Henrik Ibsen
HEDWIG: (A young girl) Daddy!
Daddy! Don't go away from me. He'll never come back to us again. I think I'm
going to die of all this. What have I done to him? Mother, why doesn't Daddy
want to see me any more? I think I know what it is. Perhaps I'm not Daddy's
real child. And now perhaps he has found it out. I've read about that sort of
thing. But I think he might be just as fond of me for all that. Almost more.
The wild duck was sent us as a present too, and I'm tremendously fond of that,
just the same. The poor wild duck! He can't bear to look at that any more,
either. Just think he wanted to wring its neck. I say a prayer for the wild
duck every night and ask that it shall be protected from death and everything
bad. I taught myself to say my prayers because there was a time when Daddy was
ill and had leeches on his neck and said he was lying at death's door. So I
said a prayer for him when I'd gone to bed. And I've gone on with it ever
since. I thought I'd better put in the wild duck too, because she was so
delicate at first. And now you say I should sacrifice the wild duck to prove my
love for Daddy. I will try it. I will ask Grandfather to shoot the wild duck
for me.
標題︰THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK
作者︰A monologue from the play by
Frances Goodrich and Albert Hackett
ANNE: I expect I should be
describing what it feels like to go into hiding. But I really don’t know yet
myself. I only know it’s funny never to be able to go outdoors, never to
breathe fresh air, never to run and shout and jump. It’s the silence in the
night that frightens me most. Every time I hear a creak in the house, or a step
on the street outside, I’m sure they’re coming for us. The days aren’t so bad.
A t least we know that Miep and Mr. Kraler are down there below us in the
office. Our protectors we call them. I asked Father what would happen to them
if the Nazis found out they were hiding us. Pim said that they would suffer the
same fate that we would. Imagine! They know this and yet when they come up
here, they’re always cheerful and gay as if there were nothing in the world to
bother them. Friday, the twenty-first of August, nineteen-forty-two. Today I’m
going to tell you our general news. Mother is unbearable! She insists on
treating me like a baby, which I loathe. Otherwise, things are going better.
The weather is. . . .
標題︰POINT OF VIEWING
作者︰A monologue by Todd McGinnis
GREEK GODDESS IRIS: (Confidentially) Rainbows
aren’t really as fascinating as most people think. (Nodding.) It's true. Sometimes...
it's even dull. [I mean,] "rainbows" is mostly working
"in-the-field" you know... Long periods of time, hanging around on
horizons, waiting for rain. And THAT's the problem! Being
"in-the-field" for so long I've lost touch with what's really
going on. Anyway, that's why I asked to see Zeus. I need to be here at "head
office", where the action is! Give my image as a goddess a complete
make-over. It's time I started getting the same respect all the other gods
take for granted. I want... (Her eyes widen as she enthusiastically envisions
her dream.) I want... Whole cities of people afraid to make a move
in case they incur my displeasure and I crush them… That's why I need
Zeus to promote me. I want to take on some new powers, add a whole new
dimension to what people think of me. Something cool like Iris...
Goddess of Volcanoes! Or Terrible Storms or... Or Exploding Fish!
...or something. Well... That would sure put the fear of Me into them,
wouldn't it? I mean there they are, ordinary little mortals home from a nice
day at sea... They sit down for dinner, go to take a nice big bite of tasty
fish and… POW! That's the fish exploding. Oh! But don't worry! I'd still
do rainbows. I just want to... you know, add value to what I do. I would
never leave Zeus short-handed. Maybe you could mention that when you
tell him I'm here?
標題︰OUR TOWN
作者︰A monologue from the play by
Thornton Wilder
EMILY: Oh, Mama, look at me one
minute as though you really saw me. Mama, fourteen years have gone by. I'm
dead. You're a grandmother, Mama! Wally's dead, too. His appendix burst on a
camping trip to
標題︰THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING ERNEST
作者︰A monologue from the play by
Oscar Wilde
GWENDOLYN: Algy, kindly turn your
back. I have something very particular to say to Mr. Worthing. Ernest, we may
never be married. From the expression on mamma’s face I fear we never shall.
Few parents nowadays pay any regard to what their children say to them. The old-fashioned
respect for the young is fast dying out. Whatever influence I ever had over
mamma, I lost at the age of three. But although she may prevent us from
becoming man and wife, and I may marry someone else, and marry often, nothing
that she can possibly do can alter my eternal devotion to you. The story of
your romantic origin, as related to me by mamma, with unpleasing comments, has
naturally stirred the deeper fibers of my nature. Your Christian name has an
irresistible fascination. The simplicity of your character makes you
exquisitely incomprehensible to me. Your town address at the
W11. 女生獨白11
標題︰PYGMALION
作者︰A monologue from the play by
Bernard Shaw
LIZA: Oh, you are a cruel tyrant.
I can’t talk to you: you turn everything against me: I’m always in the wrong.
But you know very well all the time that you’re nothing but a bully. You know I
can’t go back to the gutter, as you call it, and that I have no real friends in
the world but you and the Colonel. You know well I couldn’t bear to live with a
low common man after you two; and it’s wicked and cruel of you to insult me by
pretending I could. You think I must go back to
給男生用的獨白
標題︰THAT’S MY DAD!
作者︰A monologue by Matt Buchanan
YOUNG BOY: I guess I must have been about
eight. It was the first time my Dad took me to a real Major League ballgame. I
guess I must have eaten one too many hot dog or too many nachos, because I
suddenly really had to go to the bathroom. I wasn't sure my Dad would let me go
by myself, but we were within one run of tying the game and he didn't want to
miss anything. I was thrilled. When you're eight, finding the men's room by
yourself is a real grown-up adventure. Even the word "MEN'S room" was
exciting.
But when I
got back to my seat, this GUY was in it. This total stranger was in my seat,
and he was talking to my Dad. And my Dad had his arm around the guy's shoulder
and they were laughing. My dad used to put his arm around my shoulders like
that! That's my seat! That's MY Dad! I just stood there in the middle of the
stadium frozen. I thought I'd been replaced. I wanted to scream, "No, Dad!
I'll be a better son!
This guy
in a blue shirt came up and tried to find out what was wrong. How could I tell
him I was dumped by my DAD? So he kind of pried open my fingers, where I was
holding my ticket, and saw where my seat was. When we got down to my seat, the
guy stood up to let me sit down, and I saw who it was. "Hey, look who's
here," my Dad said. "It's Mr. Allen! What do you know--he's a huge
baseball fan just like you!" Mr. Allen was my gym teacher. I've hated gym
class ever since.
標題︰EVER WISH YOU COULD CONTROL YOUR DREAMS?
作者︰A monologue by Matt Buchanan
HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT: Ever wish you could control
your dreams? You know--you go to sleep and dream about whatever you want?
Sometimes I think I could really FIX things if I could just dream them right. I
guess that sounds pretty stupid. Like last week I had this huge test in
Chemistry. I really like Chemistry, but there's so much to remember. I flunked.
And I KNOW that stuff--that's what makes me so mad. Who cares, right? It's just
a stupid test. But I'm the one who's supposed to be so smart. My Dad wants me
to go to medical school, and I guess I do too, but who needs the pressure? The
first thing he says to me when he gets home: "So, how'd the test go?
Another A, right?" I told him we didn't get the test back yet.
So that
night I dreamed I aced the test. In my dream I remembered every stupid element.
I could see the protons and electrons and neutrons spinning around like little
solar systems, and I could recognize every one. I think I was flying among them
for a while, like with a jet pack or something. Or maybe I WAS and electron.
But the thing was, I KNEW IT ALL. I woke up before the dream was over, so I
never saw my grade on the test, but I know I aced it. I had the stuff cold. And
the funny thing was, the dream made the real test okay. I mean, I still got an
F and all, but I'm okay with it. Look, I KNOW Chemistry.
The next
morning I told my Dad I flunked the test. He gets all quiet for a minute, but
then he goes, "Well, you'll do better next time, right?" He didn't
even freak.
標題︰ARREST US FOR WHAT? WEARING BIG PANTS?
作者︰A monologue by Matt Buchanan
SKATER: I'm skating on the sidewalk
and this guy tears out of his shop like I'm the Unabomber or something and
actually tries to shove me off the pavement.
"Get a job, you punk!"
Who's he think he is? Get a job. I'm not doing anything to you. As far as I can
see, this isn't your sidewalk. I've been here all day and I haven't crashed
into one person.
Get a job. Get one yourself. You'll need one when your lease comes due and your
landlord kicks you out so he can open a yogurt bar or something. This is the
same guy who threatened to call the cops on us last week. I wish he HAD called
them. What are the cops going to do--arrest us? For what? For wearing big
pants? There's no law against skateboards.
Call me a punk. I wish he did call the cops. I wonder what the penalty
is for a grown man assaulting a juvenile. Not that anyone would've come anyway.
The cops are too busy rolling bums and eating donuts to mess around with
"skatepunks" who might actually fight back. Skatepunks! What's that
about? Just because we skate, does that make us juvenile delinquents? I have a
B average in school, I don't smoke or drink, and I never cut class in my life.
I don't even sneak into the movies. They don't like the way we dress, so they
assume we're criminals or something.
標題︰YOU’RE A GOOD MAN, CHARLIE BROWN
作者︰A monologue from the play by
Clark Gesner
CHARLIE: I think lunchtime is about
the worst time of the day for me. Always having to sit here alone. Of course,
sometimes mornings aren’t so pleasant either—waking up and wondering if anyone
would really miss if I never got out of bed. Then there’s the night, too—lying
there and thinking about all he stupid things I’ve done during the day. And all
those hours in between—when I do all those stupid things. Well, lunchtime is among
the worst times of the day for me. Well, I guess I’d better see what I’ve
got. (He opens the bag, takes out a sandwich and examines it.) Peanut butter.
(Bites and chews.) Some psychiatrists say that people who eat peanut butter
sandwiches are lonely. I guess they’re right. And if you’re really lonely, the
peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth. (Looks off to one side.)
There’s a cute little redheaded girl eating her lunch over there. I wonder what
she’d do if I went over and asked her if I could sit and have lunch with her.
She’d probably laugh right in my face. There’s an empty place next to her on
the bench. There’s no reason why I couldn’t just go over and sit there. I could
do that right now. (Pause.) I’m a coward. I’m so much of a coward that she
wouldn’t even think of looking at me. (He freezes.) She’s looking at me.
(Terrified.) She’s looking at me.
標題︰THE DARK AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
作者︰A Monologue from the play by
William Inge
SAMMY: (A young cadet) I always
worry that maybe people aren’t going to like me when I go to a party. Isn’t
that crazy? Do you ever get kind of a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach
when you dread things? Gee, I wouldn’t want to miss a party for anything. But
every time I go to one, I have to reason with myself to keep from feeling that
the whole world’s against me. See, I’ve spent almost my whole life in military
academies. My mother doesn’t have a place for me, where she lives. She. . . .
she just doesn’t know what else to do with me. But you mustn’t misunderstand
about my mother. She’s really a very lovely person. I guess every boy thinks
his mother is very beautiful, but my mother really is. She tells me in every
letter she writes how sorry she is that we can’t be together more, but she has
to think of her work. One time we were together, though. She met me in
標題︰HELLO DOLLY
作者︰A monologue from the play by
Michael Stewart
CORNELIUS:
Isn’t the world full of wonderful things? There I say cooped up in
標題︰THE RAINMAKER
作者︰A monologue from the play by
N. Richard Nash
STARBUCK: I’ll tell you how I’ll do
it! I’ll lift this stick and take a long swipe at the sky and let down a shower
of hailstones as big as cantaloupes! I’ll shout out some good old
M8. PYGMALION
A
monologue from the play by Bernard Shaw
PROFESSOR HIGGINS: I have never sneered in my
life. Sneering doesn’t become either the human face or the human soul. I am
expressing my righteous contempt for Commercialism. I don’t and won’t trade in
affection. You call me a brute because you couldn’t buy a claim on me by fetching
my slippers and finding my spectacles. You were a fool: I think a woman
fetching a man’s slippers is a disgusting sight: did I ever fetch your
slippers? I think a good deal more of you for throwing them in my face. No use
slaving for me and then saying you want to be cared for: who cares for a slave?
If you come back, come back for the sake of good fellowship; for you’ll get
nothing else. You’ve had a thousand times as much out of me as I have out of
you; and if you dare to set up your little dog’s tricks of fetching and
carrying slippers against my creation of a Duchess Eliza, I’ll slam the door in
your silly face.
