Alright, by the cut of your suit you went to Oxford or wherever, and naturally think human beings dress like that. But you wear it with such disdain, my guess is you didn’t come from money. And your school friends never let you forget it. Which means you were at that school by the grace of someone else’s charity. Hence the chip on your shoulder. And since your first thought about me ran to orphan, I'd say that's what you are...
Now having just met you I wouldn’t go as far as calling you a cold hearted bastard. But it wouldn’t be a stretch to imagine. You think of women as disposable pleasure rather than meaningful pursuits. So as charming as you are, I’ll be keeping my eye on our government’s money, and off your perfectly formed ass. See even accountants have imagination...good night Mr Bond. (Casino royale, Vesper, film monologue)
My downright violence and storm of fortunes
May trumpet to the world: my heart's subdued
Even to the very quality of my lord:
I saw Othello's visage in his mind,
And to his honour and his valiant parts
Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
So that, dear lords, if I be left behind,
A moth of peace, and he go to the war,
The rites for which I love him are bereft me,
And I a heavy interim shall support
By his dear absence. Let me go with him.
(Othello, Desdemona, Shakespeare monologue choice number 1)
But this my masculine u'surp'd attire,
Do not embrace me, till each circumstance
Of play, time, fortune do cohere and jump
That I am VIOLA; which to confirm,
I'll bring you a captain in this town,
Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help
I was preserv'd to serve this noble count,
All the occurrence of my fortune since,
Hath been between this lady and this lord.
(Twelfth Night, Viola, Shakespeare monologue choice number 3)
and call upon my soul within this house,
Write loyal cantons of contemned love,
And sing them loud even in the dead of night,
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills,
and make the babbling gossips of the air,
Cry out, OLIVIA, O you should not rest between the elements of air and earth
But you should pity me.
(Twelfth Night, Viola, Shakespeare monologue choice number 2)
She has a shadow on her lung, such night sweats, you must have noticed how thin and frail she is. And last winter she coughed up blood. Papa bought heartwood as soon as Doctor Payne made his diagnosis, poor Papa he did not realise how ill he was himself. Lucy always was a daddys girl, and he would have done anything to make her well. The sea air and so forth.
Doctor Seward, her fiance, says we are to be very very careful. We must keep our dear Lucy away from the chills of the evening and the dampness of dawn.
(Dracula, Mina Westerman, modern monologue choice 1)
She has a shadow on her lung, such night sweats, you must have noticed how thin and frail she is. And last winter she coughed up blood. Papa bought heartwood as soon as Doctor Payne made his diagnosis, poor Papa he did not realise how ill he was himself. Lucy always was a daddys girl, and he would have done anything to make her well. The sea air and so forth.
Doctor Seward, her fiance, says we are to be very very careful. We must keep our dear Lucy away from the chills of the evening and the dampness of dawn.
(Dracula, Mina Westerman, modern monologue choice 1)
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