- Iago, from Othello – Act 1, Scene 3 – SHAKESPEAREAN MONOLOGUE-
Virtue? A fig! ‘Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are our gardeners. So that if we will plant nettles or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs or distract it with many-either to have it sterile with idleness or manured with industry-why, the power of corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to the most prepost’rous conclusions. But we have reason to cool our raging motions our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts. Whereof I take this that you call love to be a sect or scion.
2) Richard III, from Richard III – Act 1, Scene 2 – SHAKESPEAREAN MONOLOGUE-
Was ever woman in this humoured woo’d?
Was ever woman in this humoured won?
I’ll have her, but ill not keep her long.
What! I, that kill’d her husband and his father,
To take her in her heart’s extremest hate,
With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
The bleeding witness of her hatred by;
Having God, her conscience, and these bars
Against me,
And nothing to take back my suit at all,
But the plain devil and dissembling looks,
And yet to win her, all the world to nothing!
Ha!
Hath she forgot already that brave prince,
Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since,
Stabb’d in my angry mood at Tewksbury?
A sweeter and lovelier gentleman,
Framed in the prodigality of nature,
Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal
The spacious word cannot gain afford,
And will she yet debase her eyes on me,
That cropp’d the golden prime of this sweet prince,
And made her widow to a woful bed?
On me, whose not all equals Edwards moiety?
On me, that halt and am unshapen thus,
My dukedom to a beggarly denier,
I do mistake my all this while:
Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot,
Myself to be a marvellous proper man
I’ll be at charges for a looking-glass,
And entertain some score or two of tailors,
To study fashions to adorn my body:
Since I am crept in favour with myself,
Will maintain it with some little cost.
But first ill turn yon fellow in this grave;
And then return lamenting to my love.
Shine out, fair son, until i have bought a glass,
That I may see my shadow as I pass.
Exit
3) The Joker, from The Dark Knight – MODERN –
Do I really look like a guy with a plan, Harvey?
I don’t have a plan…
The mob has plans. The cops have plans.
Do you know what I am Harvey? I am a dog, chasing cars… I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it.
I just do things. I am the the wrench in the gears. I hate plans.
Yours, theirs, everyone’s. Maroni has plans. Gordon has plans.
Schemers trying to control their worlds.
I am not a schemer. I show the schemer how pathetic their attempts to control things really are.
So when I say that you and your girlfriend was nothing personal, you know im telling the truth.
I just did what i do best. I took your plan and turned it on itself.
Look at what I’ve done to this city with a few drums of gas, and a couple of bullets.
Nobody panics when the expected people get killed. nobody panics when things go according to plan, even if the plan is horrifying.
If tell the press tomorrow that a gangbanger is going to get shot or a truckload of soldiers will get blown up, nobody panic’s – because its all part of the plan.
But when I say that one little old mayor will die, everybody loose their minds.
Introduce a little anarchy, you upset the established order and everything becomes chaos.
I am an agent of chaos.
And you know the thing about chaos Harvey?
“IT is FAIR”
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