This list of the best male monologues has something for every actor looking to ace their audition or impress their acting class. There is a selection of short monologues from plays, some that can be performed in under 30 seconds. There are also longer monologues, that let an actor breathe a bit and show off their range.
There are a few famous male monologues listed below, like Jacques' “All the world’s a stage” speech from As You Like It. If you're looking for something totally original, there are a few fairly obscure, but equally impressive selections to choose from, like Richard’s timely speech from the play America’s Favorite Newscaster.
Check out the best male monologues from classic plays like Our Town, Death of a Salesman, and Doubt. The most difficult part may be selecting which monologue is perfect for you.
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- 139 VOTES
Business is definitely business, but just listen for a minute You don’t understand this. When I was a boy-eighteen, nineteen - I was already on the road. And there was a question in my mind as to whether selling had a future for me. Because in those days I had a yearning to go to Alaska. See, there were three gold strikes in one month in Alaska, and I felt like going out. Just for the ride, you might say.
Oh, yeah, my father lived many years in Alaska. He was an adventurous man. We’ve got quite a little streak of self-reliance in our family. I thought I’d go out with my older bother and try to locate him, and maybe settle in the North with the old man. And I was almost decided to go, when I met a salesman in the Parker House. His name was Dave Singleman. And he was eighty-four years old, and he’d drummed merchandise in thirty-one states. And old Dave, he’d go up to his room, y’understand, put on his green velvet slippers - I’ll never forget - and pick up his phone and call the buyers, and without ever leaving his room, at the age of eighty-four, he made his living.
And when I say that, I realized that selling was the greatest career a man could want. ‘Cause what could be more satisfying than to be able to go, at the age of eight-four, into twenty of thirty different cities, and pick up a phone, and be remembered and loved and helped by so may different people?
Do you know? When he died - and by the way he died the death of a salesman, in his green velvet slippers in the smoker of the New York, New Haven and Hartford, going into Boston - when he died, Hundreds of salesman and buyers were at his funeral. Things were sad on a lotta trains for months after that.
See In those days there was personality in it, Howard. There was respect, and comradeship, and gratitude in it. Today, it’s all cut and dried and there’s no chance for bringing friendship to bear - or personality. You see what I mean? They don’t know me any more!
- 29 VOTES
I wish he were fatter! But I’m not afraid of him. And yet, if I were capable of fearing anyone, Cassius would be the first man I’d avoid. He reads a lot, he’s a keen observer, and he sees the hidden motives in what men do.
He doesn’t like plays the way you do, Antony. He doesn’t listen to music. He rarely smiles, and when he does smile, he does so in a self-mocking way, as if he scorns himself for smiling at all.
Men like him will never be comfortable while someone ranks higher than themselves, and therefore they’re very dangerous. I’m telling you what should be feared, not what I fear—because after all, I am Caesar. Come over to my right side, because this ear is deaf, and tell me what you really think of Cassius.
Act 1, Scene 2
- 36 VOTES
What did you drag me out here for, Louis, I don't have time for you. You walk out on your lover. Days don't pass before you are out on the town with somebody new. But this... this is a record low: sharing your dank and dirty bed with Roy Cohn's buttboy. Doesn't that bother you at all?
Your little friend didn't tell you, huh? You and Hoss Cartwright, it's not a verbal kind of thing, you just kick off your boots and hit the hay. I don't know whether Mr Cohn has penetrated more than his spiritual sphincter.
All I'm saying is you better hope there's no GOP germ, Louis, 'cause if there is, you got it ... And he's a clerk for a Republican federal judge ... You know what your problem is, Louis? Your problem is that you are so full of piping hot crap that the mention of your name draws flies.
Just to set the record straight: I love Prior but was never in love with him. I have a man, uptown, and have since long before I first laid my eyes on the sorry-ass sight of you. But you didn't know 'cause you never bothered to ask. Up in the air, just like that angel, too far off the earth to pick out the details. Louis and his Big Ideas. Big ideas are all you love. "America" is what Louis loves.
Well I hate America, Louis. I hate this country. It's just big ideas, and stories, and people dying, and people like you. The white cracker who wrote the National Anthem knew what he was doing. He set the word "free" to a note so high nobody can reach it. That was deliberate. Nothing on earth sounds less like freedom to me. You come to room 1013 over at the hospital, I'll show you America. Terminal, crazy and mean. I live in America, Louis, that's hard enough, I don't have to love it. You do that. Everybody's got to love something.
You wouldn’t understand yet, son, but your daddy’s gonna make a transaction...a business transaction that’s going to change our lives... That’s how come one day when you ‘bout seventeen years old I’ll come home and I’ll be pretty tired, you know what I mean, after a day of conferences and secretaries getting things wrong the way they do... ’cause an executive’s life is hell, man.
And I’ll pull the car up on the driveway... just a plain black Chrysler, I think, with white walls--no--black tires. More elegant. Rich people don’t have to be flashy... though I’ll have to get something a little sportier for Ruth--maybe a Cadillac convertible to do her shopping in.
And I’ll come up the steps to the house and the gardener will be clipping away at the hedges and he’ll say, “Good evening, Mr. Younger.” And I’ll say, “Hello, Jefferson, how are you this evening?” And I’ll go inside and Ruth will come downstairs and meet me at the door and we’ll kiss each other and she’ll take my arm and we’ll go up to your room to see you sitting on the floor with the catalogues of all the great schools in America around you.
All the great schools in the world! And - and I’ll say, all right son - it’s your seventeenth birthday, what is it you’ve decided?...just tell me where you want to go to school and you’ll go. Just tell me, what it is you want to be. Yessir! You just name it, son... and I hand you the world!
Act 2, Scene 2