Many of the most famous monologues in English drama are Shakespeare monologues.

The definition of a monologue in a play is simply a long speech by one character to other characters, or a crowd. This compares to a soliloquy, which is the act of a character speaking their thoughts aloud, often when they’re by themselves but sometimes with others around (read our in-depth article on soliloquies vs monologues).

Shakespeare frequently makes use of both soliloquys and monologues in each of his plays to let the audience know the characters’ thoughts and feelings. Among Shakespeare’s most famous monologues is Henry V’s ‘Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more’ speech, where the king is leading his troops into battle. Read this and many more of Shakespeare most famous monologues below, or click on the links to specific plays list the monologues in that play.

Read five of Shakespeare’s most famous monologues in full:

‘Alas poor Yorik’ monologue spoken by Hamlet, Hamlet Act 5 Scene 1:

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that.

‘All the world’s a stage’ monologue, spoken by Jaques, Act 2 Scene 7

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

‘Friends, Romans, countrymen’ monologue spoken by Marc Antony, Julius Caesar, Act 3 Scene 2

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest–
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men–
Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

‘I know a bank where the wild thyme blows’ monologue, spoken by Oberon, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 2, Scene 1

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enamell’d skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
And with the juice of this I’ll streak her eyes,
And make her full of hateful fantasies.
Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove:
A sweet Athenian lady is in love
With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;
But do it when the next thing he espies
May be the lady: thou shalt know the man
By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Effect it with some care, that he may prove
More fond on her than she upon her love:
And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow.

‘Once more unto the breach, dear friends’ monologue spoken by Henry, Henry V, Act 3 Scene 1

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call’d fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!’

Hamlet holds up Yorick's skull in front of him, about to recite the 'Alas poor Yorick' monologue

British actor and director Kenneth Branagh speaks the ‘Alas poor Yorick’ monologue (Photo by Mondadori Portfolio via Getty Images)

Shakespeare monologues analyised:

‘Alas Poor Yorick’: Hamlet Monologue Analysis

‘All the world’s a stage’: All’s Well That Ends Well Monologue Analysis

‘Blow, Winds and Crack Your Cheeks’: King Lear Monologue Analysis

‘Friends, Romans, Countrymen’: Julius Caesar Monologue Analysis

‘Full Of Vexation Come I, With Complaint’: A Midsummer Night’s Dream Monologue Analysis

‘Her Father Love Me, Oft Invited Me’: Othello Monologue Analysis

‘How Sweet The Moonlight Sleeps Upon This Bank!’: Merchant of Venice Monologue Analysis

‘I Am Arm’d And Well Prepared’: Merchant of Venice Monologue Analysis

‘I Know A Bank Where The Wild Thyme Blows’: A Midsummer Night’s Dream Monologue Analysis

‘I Must Eat My Dinner’: The Tempest Monologue Analysis

‘Like To The Pontic Sea”: Othello Monologue Analysis

‘My Mistress With A Monster Is In Love’: A Midsummer Night’s Dream Monologue Analysis

‘O, Reason Not The Need’: King Lear Monologue Analysis

‘Once More Unto The Breach Dear Friends’: Henry V Monologue Analysis

‘Romans, Countrymen and Lovers! Hear Me For My Cause’: Julius Caesar Monologue Analysis

‘Signior Antonio, Many A Time And Oft’: Merchant of Venice Monologue Analysis

‘That I Did Love The Moor’: Othello Monologue Analysis

‘The Feast Of St Crispin’: Henry V Monologue Analysis

‘The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strain’d’: Merchant of Venice Monologue Analysis

‘To Horse You Gallant Princes’: Henry V Monologue Analysis

‘Unhappy That Am I, I Cannot Heave’: King Lear Monologue Analysis

‘Virtue! A Fig!’: Othello Monologue Analysis

‘Ye Elves of Hills”: The Tempest Monologue Analysis

‘You Are Three Men Of Sin”: The Tempest Monologue Analysis

4 replies
  1. Mark Blum
    Mark Blum says:

    I find the words spoken by Hamlet, Act 3 Scene 1 to be so profound !

    To reflect upon my life and experience I think -How eternal this is in that it applies to life today after all these centuries as an accurate depiction of life.

    Someone once stated this is a depressive statement.
    I don’t agree.
    I think it just so real and deep in thought to reflect with ones own soul about the realities of everyday life.

    While Hamlet was upset, I do not think he was really depressed as much as reflective and upset about life as he reflected upon his disappointment in so much.



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