3 Best Link Monologues – Opening Monologue

Hairspray (Link)

Category: Musical Role: Link From: Hairspray

LINK: Oh, Tracy, seeing you dragged off to jail brought me back to my senses. I thought I”d lose it when I thought I lost you. I couldn”t eat, I couldn”t sing. I couldn”t even concentrate. So I went down to the station to tell Mrs. Von Tussle I was through with the Miss Hairspray broadcast… When I got to the station I overheard Mrs. Von Tussle talking to Spritzer. Tracy, it”s Amber the talent scouts are coming to see. It had nothing to do with me. All this time I thought Amber and I were a team. She and her mother were just using me to make her look popular. I feel like such an idiot. (suddenly romantic) I know a palooka like me isn”t worthy of a ground breaking extremist like you, but… (he produces his ring) …It”s a little scuffed from Amber throwing it in my face when I told her I”d rather be with you. So, would you consider wearing my ring? “To lose thee were to lose myself.” Some kid named Milton wrote that in the third floor boys room.More Monologues from “Hairspray”RelatedShareTweetPin

Gettysburg (Link)

Category: Play Role: Link From: Gettysburg

Link says

Set quiet!
Dead folks don’t set, and livin’ folks kin stand,
and Link–he kin set quiet.–God a’mighty,
how kin he set, and them a-marchin’ thar
with old John Brown? Lord God, you ain’t forgot
the boys, have ye? the boys, how they come marchin’
home to ye, live and dead, behind old Brown,
a-singin’ Glory to ye! Jest look down:
thar’s Gettysburg, thar’s Cemetery Ridge:
don’t say ye disremember them! And thar’s
the colors. Look, he’s picked ’em up–the sergeant’s
blood splotched ’em some–but thar they be, still flyin’!
Link done that: Link–the spry boy, what they call
Chipmunk: you ain’t forgot his double-step,
have ye?
My God, why do You keep on marchin’
and leave him settin’ here?
No!–I–won’t–set!

Them are the boys that marched to Kingdom-Come
ahead of us, but we keep fallin’ in line.
Them voices–Lord, I guess you’ve brought along
Your Sunday choir of young angel folks
to help the boys out.
Glory!–Never mind me singin’: you kin drown me out. But I’m goin’ t’ jine in, or bust!

Gettysburg (Link)

Category: Play Role: Link From: Gettysburg

Link says

The Bloody Sundown! God, that crazy sun:
she set a dozen times that afternoon,
red-yeller as a punkin jack-o’-lantern,
rairin’ and pitchin’ through the roarin’ smoke
till she clean busted, like the other bombs,
behind the hills. Scart? Wall, I wonder!
Chick, look a-thar: them little stripes and stars.
I heerd a feller onct, down to the store,–
a dressy mister, span-new from the city–
layin’ the law down: “All this stars and stripes,”
says he, “and red and white and blue is rubbish,
mere sentimental rot, spread-eagleism!”
“I wan’t’ know!” says I. “In sixty-three,
I knowed a lad, named Link. Onct, after sundown
I met him stumblin’–with two dead men’s muskets
for crutches–towards a bucket, full of ink—
water, they called it. When he’d drunk a spell,
he tuk the rest to wash his bullet-holes.—
Wall, sir, he had a piece o’ splintered stick,
with red and white and blue, tore’most t’ tatters,
a-danglin’ from it. ‘Be you color sergeant?’
says I. ‘Not me,’ says Link; ‘the sergeant’s dead;
but when he fell, he handed me this bit
o’ rubbish–red and white and blue.’ And Link
he laughed. ‘What be you laughin’ for?’ says I.
‘Oh, nothin’. Ain’t it lovely, though!'” says Link.