3 Best He Monologues – Opening Monologue

Yesterday (He)

Category: Play Role: He From: Yesterday

He says

Never! Oh, I beg your pardon. No — no, I never married. Hadn’t the time, matter of fact. I dare say she is the mother of a large family now. Oh, dear me, how times do change. As I was saying, I was very much in love with her, at the time–at the time, you understand. But the family–her family, you understand, rather objected to me, so I–I broke off the whole affair, joined the Indian service – -and I’ve been quite content, quite. See her? See her? Oh, dear, no. It might be–er–rather, rather embarrassing for both of us. You see, we were practically engaged at the time. That is, I hadn’t come right down to asking, but you know how some things are understood, so to speak.

Sweet and Twenty (He)

Category: Play Role: He From: Sweet and Twenty

He says

Because you have changed the world for me. It’s as though I had been groping about in the dark, and then–sunrise! And there’s a queer feeling here.

(He puts his hand on his heart.)

To tell the honest truth, there’s a still queerer feeling in the pit of my stomach.

It’s a gone feeling, if you must know.

And my knees are weak.

I know now why men used to fall on their knees when they told a girl they loved her; it was because they couldn’t stand up. And there’s a feeling in my feet as though I were walking on air. And–And I could die for you and be glad of the chance.

It’s perfectly absurd, but it’s absolutely true.

I’ve never spoken to you before, and heaven knows I may never get a chance to speak to you again, but I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t say this to you now.

I love you! love you! love you!

Now tell me I’m a fool. Tell me to go. Anything–I’ve said my say. . . . Why don’t you speak?

Legend (He)

Category: Play Role: He From: Legend

He says

“No.” “No.” “No.” How did your lips learn to say that word so easily? They are not made to say such a word. They are too young, too red, to say “No” to Life. When you say that word, the world grows black. The stars go out, the leaves wither, the heart stops beating. It is a word that kills. It is the word of Death. Dare you say it again? Answer me, do we love each other? . . . And tears. Tears are a slave’s answer. Speak. Defend yourself. Why do you stay here? Why do you deny yourself happiness? Why won’t you come with me? Always the same phrase that means nothing. Ah, Violante, lady of few words, you know how to baffle argument. If I could only make you speak! If I could only see what the thoughts are that darken your will!