Here are three classic monologues:
Hamlet's Monologue (1)
To be or not to be? This is a problem.
Which is more noble, to endure the ruthless destruction of violent fate and stand up, to confront endless troubles and sweep them away?
It's over when we sleep. If sleep can end the trauma of our hearts and thousands of kinds of pains suffered by our bodies, it is really a great good thing to survive. Go to hell, go to sleep,
Go to sleep, maybe you will dream!
Well, that's trouble. Even if I get rid of this world, what dreams will I have in this dead sleep? Really think about it, this kind of care makes people suffer for life.
Who is willing to endure whipping and ridicule, oppression, humiliation and contempt, the pain of lovelorn, the delay of the imperial court, the extortion of the yamen, and the obscure labor, but only get much humiliation. But he can get rid of himself with a sharp knife.
No one wants to groan and sweat, dragging this residual life, but after death, they feel scared, and no one has ever come back from the land of death, so they are shaken. They would rather endure the present suffering than go to another kind of suffering.
Worry makes us all cowards, which makes the decisive nature cast a pale face of thinking. We could have done great things, but we lost the ability to act because of thinking.
Hamlet: to be or not to be-that's the question;
Is suffering more noble?
The blow of a heinous fate
Or take up arms against difficulties,
End them by opposing them. Die-sleep-
No more; Said we ended our sleep.
Heartache and thousands of natural shocks.
The heir of the flesh. This is a complete
I sincerely hope. Death-sleep.
Sleep-maybe dream: alas, that's the problem!
Because what kind of dreams will there be in the sleep of death?
When we get rid of the fetters of the world,
We have to pause. This is respect.
This is such a long-lived disaster.
Who can stand the whipping and ridicule of time,
The mistakes of the oppressor, the rudeness of the proud,
The pain of despised love, the delay of law,
The arrogance and disgust of the office.
The advantage of unworthy patience,
When he can be quiet himself
Bare ass? Who will these Fadel people put up with,
Groaning and sweating in a tired life,
But the fear of things after death-
An undiscovered country, from whose border?
No travelers come back-confused will,
Let's rather put up with our diseases.
Than fly to places we don't know?
Therefore, conscience does make us all cowards,
So the resolution of the natural hue.
Covered with pale thoughts,
And the essence and moment of the enterprise.
At this point, their trend has changed.
Lose the name of action.
Hamlet monologue [2]
Hamlet:
Read the lines like me and spit them out smoothly from the tip of your tongue. There are many actors who like to call each other. I'd rather find a guy named Jay.
Oh, no. Don't spread your hands in the air like this, but do it naturally. Even if emotional excitement breaks out, even in the stormy impulse, you should know how to be temperate and elegant. Oh, what I hate most is that some people wear wigs and make a hullabaloo about on the stage, making the audience deaf, and most of these audiences like to watch the excitement because they don't know anything. You must avoid adding fuel to the fire if you want to play this kind of acting.
Linger A: Don't worry, your highness.
Hamlet:
But don't be too enthusiastic. Be sure to master yourself very seriously. To cooperate with actions, we must cooperate with actions and words. Pay special attention not to go beyond the limits of life, because going too far will violate the meaning of acting. Acting, whether in the past or now, reflects life like a mirror, showing what is good and what is evil, and showing the image and imprint of the times and society.
The performance went too far. Although it can make the layman laugh, it can only make the discerning person sad. You must pay more attention to this expert's opinion than a full house.
Oh, I've seen some actors acting, and I've heard people praise them and say unpleasant things. They don't talk like people, and they don't walk like people. They swagger and shout like some stupid craftsmen. It's disgusting to pinch them like that.
Actor B: I think we have corrected it.
Hamlet:
Oh? It should be completely corrected.
I only allow people who play clowns to read the script. They often like to laugh first and make a few mindless audiences laugh, regardless of the urgent problems that need everyone's attention at that time. This is disgusting and shows the despicable intentions of these fools. Go get ready.
Hamlet and Mother [3]
Hamlet: What's the matter, Mom?
Queen: Hamlet, you have greatly offended your father.
Hamlet: Mom, you have greatly offended my father.
Queen: Well, well, your answer is really nonsense.
Hamlet: Come on, you have ulterior motives in this question.
Queen: What's the matter, Hamlet
Hamlet: What's wrong?
Queen: You forgot it was me.
Hamlet: I haven't forgotten, no! You are the queen, the wife of your husband's brother. I hope you're not my mother.
Queen: OK, I'll call someone who can talk to you.
Hamlet: Come on, sit down and don't move. I want to erect a mirror in front of you so that you can see the deepest part of your heart.
Hamlet had long suspected that someone was eavesdropping behind the curtain, so he stabbed in with his sword.
Queen: Help, help (Polonius: Help, help ~)
Hamlet: What? Go to hell, mouse. I told you to go to hell.
Queen: Ah ~
Hamlet: Go to hell.
Queen: What did you do?
But he didn't know that it was the old man Polonius who told him to mind his own business and come to you himself. He not only lost his ear, but also lost his life. Serve you right! )
Queen: Oh, what a reckless and bloody act.
Hamlet: bloody behavior? Good mother, it's as cruel as killing a king and marrying his brother.
Queen: Kill the king?
Hamlet: Yes, Mom, that's it.
No matter how much his mother cried, Hamlet was determined to break her heart.
Hamlet: Don't keep twisting your hand. Sit down and let me twist your heart. I will, as long as your heart is not made of stone.
Queen: What's the matter? How dare you be so rude?
Hamlet: Well done, you defiled the virtue of virtue, turned chastity into hypocrisy, snatched the rosy luster from the lava of sincere love, and turned the engagement into a gambler's oath.
Queen: What's the matter?
Hamlet: Please look at this portrait, and then look at this one. This is a portrait of two brothers. What a beautiful face! A pair of all-round eyes, the posture is not like a hero god who just landed on the top of a skyscraper. This perfect musical instrument seems to be chosen by heaven to recommend such a perfect person to the world-this is your husband. Look at this one again-your current husband is like a rotten millet, which will harm your compatriots. Look, this is definitely not love. At your age, don't be too passionate. It's time to tame your reason. What kind of reason will make you choose like this? What devil fascinates you? Shame, not shame? If a semi-old woman still wants to be young, why does a girl talk about chastity?
Queen: Oh, Hamlet, stop. You let me see my soul clearly. I see a lot of black spots in it, so it can't be washed clean.
Hamlet: Hey, it sucks to live in the smelly sweat dripping from the bed! Keep a dirty pigsty and endless fornication
Queen: Oh, Hamlet, stop. These words are like sharp knives. Stop it, good Hamlet
Hamlet: a murderer, a villain-a slave, a slave less than one tenth of your late husband, a pickpocket who stole the crown from the hanger and put it in his pocket.
Queen: Stop it.
Hamlet: a rogue-king