3 Best Anne Monologues – Opening Monologue

The Fisher King (Anne)

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Oh! You gotta believe in God! But I don’t believe God created Man in His image. ‘Cause most the shit that happens is because of men. Men were made in the devil’s image. And women were created outta God. ‘Cause, after all, women can have babies-which is kinda like creating. And which also accounts for the fact that women are so attracted to men. ‘Cause let’s face it, the devil is a helluva lot more interesting. I slept with some saints in my day, believe me, I know. Egh-boy! So, the whole point of life, the whole point of life is for men and women to get married so God and the Devil can get together and work it out. Not that we have to get married or anything. God forbid.

Richard III (Anne)

Category: Play Role: Anne From: Richard III

Anne says

Set down, set down your honourable load,
If honour may be shrouded in a hearse,
Whilst I awhile obsequiously lament
The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.
Poor key-cold figure of a holy king!
Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster!
Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood!
Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,
To hear the lamentations of Poor Anne,
Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter’d son,
Stabb’d the selfsame hand that made these wounds!
Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life,
I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.
Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes!
Cursed be the heart that had the heart to do it!
Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence!
More direful hap betide that hated wretch,
That makes us wretched the death of thee,
Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,
Or any creeping venom’d thing that lives!
If ever he have child, abortive be it,
Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
May fright the hopeful mother at the view;
And that be heir to his unhappiness!
If ever he have wife, let her he made
A miserable the death of him
As I am made my poor lord and thee!
Come, now towards Chertsey with your holy load,
Taken from Paul’s to be interred there;
And still, as you are weary of the weight,
Rest you, whiles I lament King Henry’s corse.

Richard III (Anne)

Category: Play Role: Anne From: Richard III

Anne says

No! why? When he that is my husband now
Came to me, as I follow’d Henry’s corse,
When scarce the blood was well wash’d from his hands
Which issued from my other angel husband
And that dead saint which then I weeping follow’d;
O, when, I say, I look’d on Richard’s face,
This was my wish: ‘Be thou,’ quoth I, ‘ accursed,
For making me, so young, so old a widow!
And, when thou wed’st, let sorrow haunt thy bed;
And be thy wife if any be so mad
As miserable the life of thee
As thou hast made me my dear lord’s death!
Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again,
Even in so short a space, my woman’s heart
Grossly grew captive to his honey words
And proved the subject of my own soul’s curse,
Which ever since hath kept my eyes from rest;
For never yet one hour in his bed
Have I enjoy’d the golden dew of sleep,
But have been waked his timorous dreams.
Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick;
And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.