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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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!
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Well, Sir, here we again. We’d like to say thanks once more for everything You’ve done for us. Things seem to be going along fine. Alice is going to marry Tony, and it looks as if they’re going to be very happy. Of course, the fireworks blew up, but that was Mr. De Pinna’s fault, not Yours.
We’ve all got our health and as far as anything else is concerned, we’ll leave it to you. Thank you.
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All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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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 211Is this a great monologue for men?