Monologues From As You Like It Novels & Stories

“I think they won’t even see you coming.” Penelope cleared her throat. “Sorry to interrupt the rehearsal for Macbeth: The Velvet Cut, but we’ve got less than four hours until the first bell. This masquerade isn’t like the others. No invitation code, no wristband. They’ll scan your voice at the door. And they’ll expect you to answer in character.” “What’s the phrase?” Isolde asked. Penelope unfolded a napkin and read: “The rose forgets the thorn, until it bleeds again.”

“And pearls, not diamonds; diamonds scream. Pearls argue in whispers.” She nodded, and the room hummed with small efficiencies—the sound of scissors, the sigh of fabric giving up its old life for a better one. I watched myself in the mirror while the dress found me. It is important, the watching. Power is not an accident; it is rehearsed until it looks like instinct. “People will talk,” Viola said finally, careful, “if you arrive with His Majesty.” “People talk when I sneeze,” I replied. “Let them choke on it.”

How convenient! I knew I would run into him again, sooner or later. After all, I had kissed him at this very college. Honestly, a part of me wanted that too; so that I could apologize, or explain…or something. But Moon Goddess, why now! Why did I have to face him, just minutes after publicly assaulting him with that kiss? “Turn to page 112, Act 2, Scene 4 of Much Ado About Nothing…” I sat frozen in my seat, absolutely mortified as he spoke. On the other hand, his voice was steady and calm, completely unbothered.

Lambert stood tall on the stage, scanning the crowd for Lydia's figure. His voice, cool yet undeniably authoritative, echoed through the microphone. "Not long ago, I fell in love with a girl. She's beautiful, kind, strong, and brave! And now she's here! I want to say, she's mine!" Lambert's monologue elicited numerous screams from the audience. As Lydia was left bewildered, a spotlight accurately found her position. Lambert whispered from the stage, "There you are, Lydia!" Lydia's face flushed instantly. Instinctively, she wanted to find a place to hide, but Lambert wouldn't give her that chance.

I tell him as a matter of fact, “I only care about xena, I do not care about anything else” “One of you will become king sooner or later, you should warm up to each other” “You can abdicate the throne to him, I do not care” “You will arrive at nightfall if you keep exchanging words with the general, your majesty” Desdemona’s voice cuts through our conversation as she appears beside us, “it is getting late”

“I can act any other part but-“. “Then do it, you have one more chance to impress me”. He said curtly, He rested his both hands on each sides of the table as he stared at her. “What Scene should I re-enact?”. Grace was stuttering a bit, her eyes couldn’t meet the man standing in front of her, and if she had a knife, she could cut through the thickness in the room. “Scene 27, Act 7, Anita meets Franco, and she professes her love for him and she kisses him.” Grace noticed a slight smirk on his lips and she gulped.

All grew quiet as the actors appeared, walking across the grass, and the play began. Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. It all came rushing back to Sage. He remembered seeing this play the first time it was performed, back in 1594. He had seen it in the Globe, on the banks of the Thames, standing with all the groundlings, thousands of people crammed in together, watching it. He remembered being mesmerized. And now here he was, 400 years later, and it was still as fresh to him as the first time he’d seen it.