[{"id":"441","uuid":"5E2B87CB-7FCB-4EE2-9A1D-2FC8CFD21676","age":"","authorFirst":"William","authorLast":"Shakespeare","character":"Joan","gender":"female","length":"< 1 minute","notes":"Act 5. Scene 4.\r\nJoan, sentenced to exeuction, professes that she is descended from nobility, and threatens God's vengeance if she is killed.","period":"classical","text":"First, let me tell you whom you have condemn'd:\nNot me begotten of a shepherd swain,\nBut issued from the progeny of kings;\nVirtuous and holy; chosen from above,\nBy inspiration of celestial grace,\nTo work exceeding miracles on earth.\nI never had to do with wicked spirits:\nBut you, that are polluted with your lusts,\nStain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents,\nCorrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,\nBecause you want the grace that others have,\nYou judge it straight a thing impossible\nTo compass wonders but by help of devils.\nNo, misconceived! Joan of Arc hath been\nA virgin from her tender infancy,\nChaste and immaculate in very thought;\nWhose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused,\nWill cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.","title":"Henry VI, Part 1 25","tags":"!hero !fighter !boasting !challenging !threatening !divine","tone":"historic"},{"id":"305","uuid":"305","age":"","authorFirst":"","authorLast":"","character":"Team Yorick","gender":"","length":"< 1 minute","notes":"How to make the best use of Yorick","period":"","text":"This is the monologue screen. It's where you read the monologue you selected!\r\n\r\nThis monologue is in your Digs list. You can tell, because the Dig button is highlighted in the upper right.\r\n\r\nWhen you want to remove this entry from your Digs list, tap the Dig button and it will go back to the Boneyard.\r\n\r\nWhile a monologue is in your Digs list, you can touch Edit to make alterations to the monologue, like making cuts, adding line breaks, or adding your own notes. You can also add a new tag to the monologue to make it easier for you and others to search for similar monologues.","title":"Welcome to Yorick","tags":"!caretaker !servant !giving !protecting !admiration","tone":""},{"id":"531","uuid":"","age":"","authorFirst":"William","authorLast":"Shakespeare","character":"Queen Margaret","gender":"female","length":"< 1 minute","notes":"Act 1. Scene 3.\r\nOld Queen Margaret wishes many curses for Richard, who murdered her husband and son, until she is interrupted.","period":"classical","text":"If heaven have any grievous plague in store\r\nExceeding those that I can wish upon thee,\r\nO, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe,\r\nAnd then hurl down their indignation\r\nOn thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace!\r\nThe worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul!\r\nThy friends suspect for traitors while thou livest,\r\nAnd take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!\r\nNo sleep close up that deadly eye of thine,\r\nUnless it be whilst some tormenting dream\r\nAffrights thee with a hell of ugly devils!\r\nThou elvish-mark'd, abortive, rooting hog!\r\nThou that wast seal'd in thy nativity\r\nThe slave of nature and the son of hell!\r\nThou slander of thy mother's heavy womb!\r\nThou loathed issue of thy father's loins!\r\nThou rag of honour! thou detested--","title":"Richard III 08","tags":"!noble !royalty !threatening !mocking !revenge !divine !ruler","tone":"historic"},{"id":"714","uuid":"","age":"","authorFirst":"William","authorLast":"Shakespeare","character":"Edgar","gender":"male","length":"< 1 minute","notes":"Act 4. Scene 6.\r\nEdgar, disguised as Tom, leads the blinded Gloucester to the cliffs of Dover so that he might kill himself by falling; in actuality, a hill that Edgar describes to Gloucester as a very high cliff.","period":"classical","text":"Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. How fearful\r\nAnd dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low!\r\nThe crows and choughs that wing the midway air\r\nShow scarce so gross as beetles: half way down\r\nHangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!\r\nMethinks he seems no bigger than his head:\r\nThe fishermen, that walk upon the beach,\r\nAppear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark,\r\nDiminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy\r\nAlmost too small for sight: the murmuring surge,\r\nThat on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,\r\nCannot be heard so high. I'll look no more;\r\nLest my brain turn, and the deficient sight\r\nTopple down headlong.","title":"King Lear 38","tags":"!noble !outlaw !disguise !playing !relaying","tone":"tragic"},{"id":"47","uuid":"5E2B87CB-7FCB-4EE2-9A1D-2FC8CFD21676","age":"","authorFirst":"William","authorLast":"Shakespeare","character":"Imogen","gender":"female","length":"> 2 minutes","notes":"Act 3. Scene 2.\nImogen reads a letter from her estranged husband Leonatus and asks her servant Pisiano the best and fasteset way to see him.","period":"classical","text":"Who? thy lord? that is my lord, Leonatus!\nO, learn'd indeed were that astronomer\nThat knew the stars as I his characters;\nHe'ld lay the future open. You good gods,\nLet what is here contain'd relish of love,\nOf my lord's health, of his content, yet not\nThat we two are asunder; let that grieve him:\nSome griefs are med'cinable; that is one of them,\nFor it doth physic love: of his content,\nAll but in that! Good wax, thy leave. Blest be\nYou bees that make these locks of counsel! Lovers\nAnd men in dangerous bonds pray not alike:\nThough forfeiters you cast in prison, yet\nYou clasp young Cupid's tables. Good news, gods!\n[reads]\n'Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me\nin his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as\nyou, O the dearest of creatures, would even renew me\nwith your eyes. Take notice that I am in Cambria,\nat Milford-Haven: what your own love will out of\nthis advise you, follow. So he wishes you all\nhappiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your,\nincreasing in love,\nLEONATUS POSTHUMUS.'\nO, for a horse with wings! Hear'st thou, Pisanio?\nHe is at Milford-Haven: read, and tell me\nHow far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs\nMay plod it in a week, why may not I\nGlide thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio,--\nWho long'st, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st,--\nlet me bate,-but not like me--yet long'st,\nBut in a fainter kind:--O, not like me;\nFor mine's beyond beyond--say, and speak thick;\nLove's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing,\nTo the smothering of the sense--how far it is\nTo this same blessed Milford: and by the way\nTell me how Wales was made so happy as\nTo inherit such a haven: but first of all,\nHow we may steal from hence, and for the gap\nThat we shall make in time, from our hence-going\nAnd our return, to excuse: but first, how get hence:\nWhy should excuse be born or e'er begot?\nWe'll talk of that hereafter. Prithee, speak,\nHow many score of miles may we well ride\n'Twixt hour and hour?","title":"Cymbeline 06","tags":"!lover !ruler !admiring !demanding !letter","tone":"comedic"},{"id":"1","uuid":"1","age":"adolescent young adult","authorFirst":"William","authorLast":"Shakespeare","character":"Helena","gender":"female","length":"< 1 minute","notes":"Act 1. Scene 1.\nHelena decides to pursue the noble Bertram, who has gone to serve the sick King of France.","period":"classical","text":"Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,\nWhich we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky\nGives us free scope, only doth backward pull\nOur slow designs when we ourselves are dull.\nWhat power is it which mounts my love so high,\nThat makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?\nThe mightiest space in fortune nature brings\nTo join like likes and kiss like native things.\nImpossible be strange attempts to those\nThat weigh their pains in sense and do suppose\nWhat hath been cannot be: who ever strove\nSo show her merit, that did miss her love?\nThe king's disease--my project may deceive me,\nBut my intents are fix'd and will not leave me.","title":"All's Well That Ends Well 01","tags":"!lover !thinking !steeling","tone":"comedic"},{"id":"0","uuid":"","age":"","authorFirst":"William","authorLast":"Shakespeare","character":"Jaques","gender":"male","length":"> 2 minutes","notes":"Act 2. Scene 7.\r\nAfter meeting with Touchstone the fool, Jaques wishses that he himself could be more foolish so he would be free to tell others what he thinks.","period":"classical","text":"A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest,\r\nA motley fool; a miserable world!\r\nAs I do live by food, I met a fool\r\nWho laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,\r\nAnd rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,\r\nIn good set terms and yet a motley fool.\r\n'Good morrow, fool,' quoth I. 'No, sir,' quoth he,\r\n'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune:'\r\nAnd then he drew a dial from his poke,\r\nAnd, looking on it with lack-lustre eye,\r\nSays very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock:\r\nThus we may see,' quoth he, 'how the world wags:\r\n'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,\r\nAnd after one hour more 'twill be eleven;\r\nAnd so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,\r\nAnd then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;\r\nAnd thereby hangs a tale.' When I did hear\r\nThe motley fool thus moral on the time,\r\nMy lungs began to crow like chanticleer,\r\nThat fools should be so deep-contemplative,\r\nAnd I did laugh sans intermission\r\nAn hour by his dial. O noble fool!\r\nA worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.\r\n\r\n[What fool is this?]\r\n\r\nO worthy fool! One that hath been a courtier,\r\nAnd says, if ladies be but young and fair,\r\nThey have the gift to know it: and in his brain,\r\nWhich is as dry as the remainder biscuit\r\nAfter a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd\r\nWith observation, the which he vents\r\nIn mangled forms. O that I were a fool!\r\nI am ambitious for a motley coat.\r\n\r\n[Thou shalt have one.]\r\n\r\nIt is my only suit;\r\nProvided that you weed your better judgments\r\nOf all opinion that grows rank in them\r\nThat I am wise. I must have liberty\r\nWithal, as large a charter as the wind,\r\nTo blow on whom I please; for so fools have;\r\nAnd they that are most galled with my folly,\r\nThey most must laugh. And why, sir, must they so?\r\nThe 'why' is plain as way to parish church:\r\nHe that a fool doth very wisely hit\r\nDoth very foolishly, although he smart,\r\nNot to seem senseless of the bob: if not,\r\nThe wise man's folly is anatomized\r\nEven by the squandering glances of the fool.\r\nInvest me in my motley; give me leave\r\nTo speak my mind, and I will through and through\r\nCleanse the foul body of the infected world,\r\nIf they will patiently receive my medicine.","title":"As You Like It 04","tags":"!fool !noble !rebel !inspiring !mocking","tone":"comedic"},{"id":"","uuid":"","age":"","authorFirst":"","authorLast":"","character":"","gender":"","length":"","notes":"","period":"","text":"","title":"","tags":"","tone":""}]