Elizabeth Taylor Monologues

The Taming of the Shrew (Kate)

The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars that come unto my father’s door
Upon entreaty have a present alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity;
But I, who never knew how to entreat,
Nor never needed that I should entreat,
Am starv’d for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed;
And that which spites me more than all these wants-
He does it under name of perfect love;
As who should say, if I should sleep or eat,
‘Twere deadly sickness or else present death.
I prithee go and get me some repast;
I care not what, so it be wholesome food.

Cleopatra (Cleopatra)

I shall have to insist that you mind what you say. I am Isis. I am worshipped by millions who believe it. You are not to confuse what I am with the so-called divine origin which every Roman general seems to acquire together with his shield. It was, uh, Venus you chose to be descended from, wasn’t it? … How dare you and the rest of your barbarians set fire to my library? Play conqueror all you want, Mighty Caesar! Rape, murder, pillage thousands, even millions of human beings! But neither you nor any other barbarian has the right to destroy one human thought!

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (Margaret “Maggie the Cat” Pollitt)

Oh Brick. I get so lonely. Living with someone you love can be lonelier than living entirely alone when the one you love doesn’t love you. You can’t even stand drinking out of the same glass can you? … No! No, I wouldn’t. Why can’t you lose your good looks Brick? Most drinking men lose theirs. Why can’t you. I think you’ve even gotten better looking since you weren’t on the bottle. You were such a wonderful love. … You were so exciting to be in love with. Mostly I guess because you were … If I thought you’d never never made love to me again, why I’d find me the longest sharpest knife I could and I’d stick it straight into my heart. I’d do that. Oh Brick how long does this have to go on, this punishment? Haven’t I served my term? Can’t I apply for a pardon? … Is it any wonder. You know what I feel like? I feel all the time like a cat on a hot tin roof.

BUtterfield 8 (Gloria Wandrous)

Mama, I want to tell you what I’ve been doing. … I do. I’ve been with a man a whole week. Let me tell you the truth for once in my life. … Mama. We, we both know what kind of a girl I’ve been, we both know where I’ve been through. … Mama you have to. Unless I can be honest with you about yesterday, how can you believe me today? … I’m different. Mama I am different. Yesterday it was men, a whole world full of men, but … Mama, face it. I was the slut of all-time. … If only you’d done that before, long ago, every time I came home all soaked through with gin.