#COMEDIC MONOLOGUES FOR WOMEN AUDITIONS HOW TO#
Now, they may not be the most sophisticated people, but they do know how to divide, and twenty million dollars isn’t shit when it’s split between them.Īnd second of all, these people don’t dream about being rich. First of all since the demur, we now have more than four hundred plaintiffs and let’s be honest, we all know there’s more out there. Dramatic Monologue for Women 3: Erin Brockovich I repent there was no other way open to me. You call God’s greatest gift- ourselves, our yearning, our need for love, you call it filth, and sin, and heresy. You, all of you, you who hunger so for what I give, but cannot bear to see such power in a woman. If this had not been mine, if I had lived another way, a child to a husband’s whim, my soul hardened from lack of touch and lack of love, I confess such endless days and nights would be punishment far greater than any you could meter out. I confess I hunger still to be filled and enflamed, to melt into the dream of us, beyond this troubled place, to where we are not even ourselves, to know that always, always this is mine. I confess… I confess I pray still to feel the touch of my lover’s lips, his hands upon me, his arms enfolding me. I confess I embraced a whore’s freedom over a wife’s obedience… Your Grace, what am I to do? I need to confess my evil as the church instructs, these are my sins… I confess I find more ecstasy in passion than in prayer. Traded yearning for power, welcomed many rather than be owned by one. I confess I had a mother who taught me a different way of life, one I resisted at first, but learned to embrace, I confess I became a courtesan. I confess that as a young girl, I loved a man who would not marry me for want of a dowry. Dramatic Monologue for Women 2: Dangerous Beauty And on the seventh night He came to my room and opened His wings and lay on top of me. It came from the middle of the wheat field beyond my room, and when I looked I saw the moon shining down on Him. And one night I heard the most beautiful voice imaginable. I stood by the window of my room every night for a week. Don’t touch me like that! Oh my God, Mummy, don’t burn me! Don’t burn me! Dramatic Monologue for Women 1: Agnes of GodĪgnes: Why are you crying? But I believe you. Here are some examples of short dramatic monologue for women you can use to practice.