Network 5. Spring's Awakening 10. Be appeased by me,Nor scatter oer the land, from froward tongue,The harmful seed that turneth all to bane.Of bitter rage lull ye the murky wave;Be venerated here and dwell with me.Sharing the first fruits of this ample realm,For children offered, and for nuptial rite,This word of mine thou wilt for ever praise.Ill bear thine anger, for mine elder thou,And wiser art, in that regard, than I.Yet me, with wisdom, Zeus not meanly dowers.But if now ye seek some alien soil,Will of this land enamourd be; of thisYou I forewarn; for onward-flowing timeShall these my lieges raise to loftier fame;And thou, in venerable seat enshrinedHard by Erectheus temple, shalt receiveHonours from men and trains of women, suchAs thou from other mortals neer mayst win.But cast ye not abroad on these my realms,To waste their building strength, whetstones of blood,Evoking frantic rage not born of wine;Nor, as out-plucking hearts of fighting cocks,Plant ye among my townsmen civil strife,Reckless of kindred blood; let foreign warRage without stint, affording ample scopeFor him who burns with glorys mighty rage.No war of home-bred cocks, I ween, is that!Such terms I proffer, thine it is to choose;Blessing and blest, with blessd rites revered,To share this country dear unto the gods. Not slighted are ye, powers august! HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER (dramatic), Why Houston Is One Of The Best Places For Actors In The South, 41 Irresistable Movie Monologues For Females, The Top 5 Reasons Actors Should Move To Atlanta. . Im not the prettiest girl in the room. My father will returnand find his desk broken intohis money gone! You and papa have committed a great sin against me. 27 ONE MINUTE MONOLOGUES FOR WOMEN - Mighty Actor Hear them screaming? Ill tell everyone about tonight. My mother thinks I open curtains during Lion King. But there are too many scruples, and my reason is alarmed at the contempt of a choice so worthy; although to monarchs only my [proud] birth may assign me, Rodrigo, with honor I shall live under thy laws. I read labels on everything and then when it really counted, I just didnt. Theres no venturingInto his bed, what course soeer I light upon,Without my shame, which may grow up to danger.He cannot but in justice strangle meAs I lie by him, as a cheater use me;Tis a precious craft to play with a false dieBefore a cunning gamester. Cos I mean, if I thought the rest of my life would be spent as a mindless cog in a machine, I swear Id just get a tattoo across my face that says:Really man?. But here I see them weeping and playing cards and flying into passions like everybody else. Shall I listen to thee still, pride of my birth, that makest a crime out of my passions? Maybe I wont be around. I tell you, it's queer, Mrs Peters. No this. Yea, like some witch,She drugs the cup of wrath, that slays her lord,With double deathhis recompense for me!Ay, tis for me, the prey he bore from Troy,That she hath sworn his death, and edged the steel!Ye wands, ye wreaths that cling around my neck,Ye showed me prophetess yet scorned of allI stamp you into death, or eer I dieDown, to destruction! A monologue from the play by Tennesse Williams. I used to weep for my sins when the wind lifted up my skirts;and blushed for shame because some old Rebecca called me loose. It didnt happen to you. They tell me I must not eat this, I must not do that. O heaven! I shall kill him, mother; IShall kill him, and lay waste his house with fireAs he laid ours. I had the choice of being a free drudge or some mans slave. while I wore it yet, thou sawst me mockedThere at my home by each malicious mouthTo all and each, an undivided scorn.The name alike and fate of witch and cheatWoe, poverty, and famineall I bore;And at this last the god hath brought me hereInto deaths toils, and what his love had made,His hate unmakes me now: and I shall standNot now before the altar of my home,But me a slaughter-house and block of bloodShall see hewn down, a reeking sacrifice.Yet shall the gods have heed of me who die,For by their will shall one requite my doom.He, to avenge his fathers blood outpoured,Shall smite and slay with matricidal hand.Ay, he shall cometho far away he roam,A banished wanderer in a strangers landTo crown his kindreds edifice of ill,Called home to vengeance by his fathers fall:Thus have the high gods sworn, and shall fulfil.And now why mourn I, tarrying on earth,Since first mine Ilion has found its fateAnd I beheld, and those who won the wallPass to such issue as the gods ordain?I too will pass and like them dare to die!
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