Plays

[rockandrollmyworld]

well, technically it was on topic

[Ale Was Here]

anything here thats on topic is really off topic

[rockandrollmyworld]

*giggles* yup

[Ale Was Here]

thats right

[rockandrollmyworld]

Betrayal is good

woot! I am successfully on topic and off topic at the same time!

[Ale Was Here]

coolness

[rockandrollmyworld]

cooliolio is a fun word...ummm....yeah....

[Ale Was Here]

heehee i like it!

[rockandrollmyworld]

well, because I want to make sure that I have my monologue down completely, I am going to type it here....yoo don't have to read it, in fact, I would recommend not reading it, but I suppose if you wanted to you could

it's from Hamlet by the way...Act 2 Scene 2 if you are so interested

Now I am alone.
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
Is it not monstrous that this player here,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
Could force his soul so to his own conceit
That from her working all his visage waned,
Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect,
A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit—and all for nothing!
For Hecuba!
What’s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba
That he should weep for her? What would he do
Had he the motive and cue for passion
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears,
And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,
Make mad the guilty and appall the free,
Confound the ignorant and amaze indeed
The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I,
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak
Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause
And can say nothing—no, not for a king
Upon whose property and most dear life
A damned defeat was made. Am I a coward?
Who calls me ‘villain’? breaks my pate across?
Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face?
Tweaks me by the nose? Gives me the lie i’ th’ throat
A deep as to the lungs? Who does me this?
Ha! ‘Swounds I should take it! For it cannot be
But I am pigeon-livered and lack gall
To make oppression bitter, or ere this
I should have fatted all the region kites
With this slave’s offal. Bloody, bawdy villain!
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindles villain!
O, vengeance!
Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave
That I, the son of a dear father murdered,
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words
And fall a-cursing like a very drab,
A scullion! Fie upon ‘t! Foh!
About, my brains!

*bows* I think I have it

[Phankam]

i have to read Hamlet for school! (ugh i dont like shakespeare....)