Moving Monolouges
Hamlet
Act ii scene ii
Hamlet
What a piece of work is a man! how
noble in reason!
how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
world! the paragon of animals!
Julius caesar
Act I Scene II
Cassius
Why, man, he doth bestride the
narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
act ii scene ii
caesar
Cowards die many times before
their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
ACt III scene I
Cassius
I could be well moved, if I were
as you:
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
Act iii scene ii
antony
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend
me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;