I need a killer monologue ASAP!!?

Question

My school is doing The Crucible and I need an intense monologue for auditions. It can't be anything from the play. I want to go out for the part of Mary Warren mostly but I want something that will blow them away. I've always been chosen as a comedic character and I want to show off my dramatic side. Any ideas would be very helpful. I've been looking for several days now to no avail.

Thanks!

Answer 1

if you want something intense but contemporary here are a few ideas.

Michel Tremblay: Past Perfect (there are so many great intense monologues in here!)

David Mamet: Oleanna

Arthur Miller: A View From The Bridge

Answer 2

Here is a monologue from the Greek tragedy Electra by Sophocles it is very dramatic and good.  You can totally cut some of it cause that is what i did when i performed it. I actually did this for my crucible audition and i was casted as Elizabeth Proctor. Good Luck at your audition.

Electra:I am ashamed, dear ladies, if to you

Through frequent lamentations I appear

Too sorely oppressed; but, for necessity

Obliges me to do so, pardon me.

For how should any woman gently born,

Viewing the sorrows of her father's house,

Do otherwise than I, who witness them

For ever day by day and night by night

Rather increase than lesson? to whom, first,

The mother's face who bare me has become

Most hostile; next, I must be companied

In my own home with my sire's murderers,

By them be ruled, take at their hands, or else

At their hands hunger! Then, what sort of days

Do you suppose I lead, when I behold

Ægisthus seated on my father's throne,

Wearing the selfsame garments which he wore,

And pouring out libations on the hearth

By which he slew him? When I witness, too,

The consummation of their impudence,

The homicide lying in my father's bed

With that abandoned mother--if it be right

To call her mother, who consorts with him!

And she--so profligate that she lives on

With her blood-guilty mate--fearing no vengeance--

Rather, as if exulting in her doings--

Looks out the day on which by cunning erst

She slew my father, and each month on it

Sets dances going, and sacrifices sheep

In offering to her guardian deities!

I see it, I, ill-fated one! At home

I weep and waste and sorrow as I survey

The unblest feast that bears my father's name,

In private; for I cannot even weep

So freely as my heart would have me do;

For this tongue-valiant woman with vile words

Upbraids me, crying "Thou God-forsaken thing,

Has no man's father died, save only thine?

Is nobody in mourning, except thee?

Ill death betide thee, and the nether Gods

Give thee no end to these thy sorrowings!"

So she reviles; save when she hears it said

Orestes is at hand; then instantly

She is possessed, and comes and screams at me--

"Is it not you who are the cause of this?

Pray is not this your doing, who stole Orestes

Out of my hands, and conjured him away?

But mind you, you shall pay me well for it!"

So snarling, there joins with her and stands by

And hounds her forward her illustrious groom,

The all unmanly, all injurious pest,

Who fights no battles without women! I,

Waiting and waiting, till Orestes come

And end it, miserably daily die.

For always meaning, never doing, he

Has utterly confounded all my hopes

Remote or present. Friends, in such a case,

There is no room--no, not for soberness

Or piety; but, beneath injuries,

There is deep need we prove injurious, too!