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I used to do

Henry five pro, one of the prologuses to

Henry V.

Now entertain

conjecture of a time

when creeping murmur

and the pouring dark fills the wide

vessel of the universe from camp to camp

through the foul womb of night. The hum

of either army still sounds

that the sentinels almost hear the

secret whispers of each other's watch.

Fire answers fire

and through the paley flames each battle

sees the other's umbered face. Steed

threatened steed and high and boastful

naze piercing the knight's dull ear. And

from the tents

the armorers accomplishing

the armors accomplishing with busy

hammers closing rivets up give dreadful

note of preparation. The country [ __ ]

do crow. The clocks do toll. The third

hour of drowsy morning name.

That's just a little beginning of

prologue to Henry 5. But as a piece,

the these prologuses in in Shakespeare's

this particular play are asking the

audience to imagine a war, imagine a

battle,

hear it.

Um, so it's it's it's a in a way it's

almost like an acting exercise. You are

asking the audience to use their

imaginations

to go to a place that we don't have the

money or the or the ability to build a

battle for you, but we want you to

imagine it. So, it's already innately a

piece that is really good for an actor.

and carving out these individual words,

these things you want them to listen to

and land on. Those are the those are the

things that we always are searching for,

looking for, hoping to see in in a

monologue that an actor is going to do.

And uh and that's what we want. That's

that's what monologues are supposed to

do. They're supposed to give the actor

something

um to chew on.

I'm Shantal and I'll be doing a

monologue from Hurt Village by Couture

Hall.

When Cookie was growing up, she'd walk

around here asking me where her daddy

was.

Who her daddy was.

You know, sometimes I wanted to tell her

I ain't know who her daddy was.

I was willing to label myself a hoe cuz

I couldn't get a daddy to love me enough

to stick around and love her enough.

No, [ __ ] the money, Buggy.

Ma, why my daddy don't love me?

Why he don't send me birthday cards? Ma

ma, why I got his last name, but I ain't

never seen his face.

Yeah, Buggy. Money don't answer

questions like that. No matter how hard

you try, I got to be making [ __ ] up.

Her heart is the spitting image of

yours. But you don't see that, do you?

Well, then be the daddy your daddy

couldn't be for you. My daddy couldn't

be for me. Hell, every [ __ ] daddy

couldn't be for them.

Sometimes I look at her and

I hate myself.

I can't believe I brought another little

black brown girl into this world.

This world ain't built for beautiful

black brown girls.

This world a kick her when it's supposed

to love her.

Bite her when it's supposed to kiss her.

Tell her she ugly when she really

pretty.

Rape her. Blame it on her. piss on her

stomach and come on the face and say,

"That's the way to make a dollar to

shake what your mama gave you."

Not knowing that what her mama gave her

can't be bought.

Her [ __ ] is priceless.

Sometimes I look at her and I wish she

ain't never been born.

Not because I don't love her, but

because I love her with all my heart.

Now, is you going to be the world

or you going to be her daddy?

Cuz I tell you, all a mama is is a

little black brown girl that don't

believe what the world done told her.

Puggy, please

take her from me.

Thank you.

It's a really good piece, but I want to

challenge you.

Okay,

you sit.

I want to see if

sitting on the ridge.

You can unleash the ridge.

Let the rage out.

And what will make it difficult is that

you're chained to this chair.

You can't

move.

And use that as the

the very thing you're experiencing.

Because you can't move.

You can't get him to move. You can't

move her.

stuff to say to him.

When Cookie was growing up, she'd walk

around here asking me where her daddy

was.

who her daddy was.

Hell, sometimes I wanted to tell her I

ain't know who her daddy was.

I was willing to label myself a hoe cuz

I couldn't get a daddy to love me enough

to stick around and love her enough.

Man, [ __ ] the money buggy.

Mom, why my daddy don't love me?

Why he don't send me birthday cards? Ma

my why I got his last name and I ain't

never seen his face again.

Yeah, Buggy money don't answer questions

like that no matter how hard you try. I

got to be making [ __ ] up.

Her heart is the spitting image of

yours, but you don't see that, do you?

Well, then be the daddy your daddy

couldn't be for you. My daddy couldn't

be for me. Hell, every nigga's daddy

couldn't be for them.

Sometimes I look at her and I hate

myself.

I can't believe I brought another little

black brown girl into this world.

This world ain't built for beautiful

black brown girls.

Just run to kick her when it's supposed

to love her. Bite her when it's supposed

to kiss her.

Tell her she ugly when she really

pretty.

Rape her. Blame it on her. Piss on her

stomach and come on her face and say

that's the way to make a dollar. To

shake what your mama gave you.

Not knowing that what her mama gave her

can't be bought.

Her [ __ ] is priceless.

Sometimes I look at her and I wish she

ain't never been born. Not because I

don't love her, but because I love her

with all my heart.

Now, is you going to be the world?

Are you going to be her daddy?

Cuz I tell you, all her mama is is a

little black brown girl that don't

believe what the world done told her.

Buggy, please

take her from me.

That's right.

When you did it the first time, it was,

you know, it's very enjoyable,

but kind of meandering a little bit and

a little bit

and I hear the words and when you attack

that in that way on that level, it just

it just raises the roof

because the stakes are so high. What did

it feel like?

Good lord.

I mean, you giving me the note to go 90%

because I always I don't I never want to

do too much, you know? I never want to

go there, but giving me permission to do

that just it just

it came,

you know. It it hurt.

It hurt.

Yeah.

Yeah. And you know, look,

we got to be willing to do that. You

know, we got to be willing to let it

hurt.

You know, all this notion that acting

is, you know, it's it's yeah, it's

pretend and yes, we enjoy it and yes, we

can have a good time with it, but you

know, if you want to land, you want to

make an impact,

you want those [ __ ] to remember you,

then you have to let it hurt sometimes.

You got to get there because that's all

an audience ever wants

is for you to open up your chest and

show them you have a [ __ ] heart.

That's all we want.

It's all we ever want.

And whether that heart is in comedy or

whether that heart is in something quite

powerful, whether that heart is in

poetry, whether that heart is in

Shakespeare,

a heart, a human being, not an

affectation.

Wonderful work.

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