3 Best Enigma Monologues

Category: Play Role: She From: Enigma

She says

No -it happened to me. It didn’t happen to you. You made up your mind and walked in, with the air of a god on a holiday. It was I who fell -headlong, dizzy, blind. I didn’t want to love you. It was a force too strong for me. It swept me into your arms. I prayed against it. I had to give myself to you, even though I knew you hardly cared. I had to -for my heart was no longer in my own breast. It was in your hands, to do what you liked with. You could have thrown it in the dust. It pleased you not to. You put it in your pocket. But don’t you realize what it is to feel that another person has absolute power over you? No, for you have never felt that way. You have never been utterly dependent on another person for happiness. I was utterly dependent on you. It humiliated me, angered me. I rebelled against it, but it was no use. You see, my dear, I was in love with you. And you were free, and your heart was your own, and nobody could hurt you.

Category: Play Role: She From: Enigma

She says

My reason was this: I had learned what it is to love–and I knew that I had never loved you–never. I wanted to hurt you so much that you would leave me. I wanted to hurt you in such a way as to keep you from ever coming near me again. I was afraid that if you did forgive me and take me in your arms, you would feel me shudder, and see the terror and loathing in my eyes. I wanted–for even then I cared for you a little–to spare you that. Did you notice the date? It is the eighth of June. Do you remember what day that is? We used to celebrate it once a year. It is the day–

(the leaf flutters to the table in front of him)

–the day of our first kiss.

Category: Play Role: She From: Enigma

She says

I know you hate me. You have a right to. Not just because I was faithless–but because I was cruel. I don’t want to excuse myself–but I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t realize I was hurting you. Yes. I’ve said that before. And you’ve answered me that that excuse might hold for the first time, but not for the second and the third. You’ve convicted me of deliberate cruelty on that. And I’ve never had anything to say. I couldn’t say anything, because the truth was … too preposterous. It wasn’t any use telling it before. But now I want you to know the real reason. Something I’ve never confessed to you. Yes. It is true that I was cruel to you–deliberately. I did want to hurt you. And do you know why? I wanted to shatter that Olympian serenity of yours. You were too strong, too self-confident. You had the air of a being that nothing could hurt. You were like a god. You are still Olympian. And I still hate you for it. I wish I could make you suffer now. But I have lost my power to do that.