The Mud (Monologue)

Female (teens to early 30s) – 1700s
A woman confronts a female rival; she is in love with her rival’s husband.

Oh, you ignorant twit. Do you seriously not get it, yet? Do you still think Princes exist, that the system could not possibly be so skewed in their favor that the White Knights would never get murdered by thugs with dull swords hiding behind rusted shields?

(beat)

Pity. Right. I can understand that emotion. Perhaps you think I need saving, that I am just some poor, misguided soul.

No.

You see, I’ve been around the block – I’ve done more living since 13 than you’ve done since you were 2, and if I’ve learned anything, it’s this: they’re going to destroy us.

We’re going to be raped. We’re going to be killed. We’re going to be drug through the mud, and people will laugh while we’re penetrated, blade or bone – so why not die in a pretty dress with freshly-washed hair and the most stylish manicure, complete with medicinal massage?

Mark my words, ingénue or no, the woman who derides Me for My lifestyle today I will watch bleed out while, remorselessly, dining on teacakes tomorrow.

(beat)

It’s an unspoken rule, of course. One cannot fault someone as pure as yourself for being uninstructed.

Let this be your first lesson in Female Power – perhaps you ought to go to your library and see if you can comprehend what has been said before curfew sets.

Go.

On a Dime – A Short Scene

A
I don’t WANT to be a slave!

B
But, you are.

A
But, I don’t WANT to be!

B
Tough shit.

A
This isn’t getting me anywhere. I know I’m meant to be more than that.

B
But, you aren’t. You were born a slave, you’re going to die a slave – that’s just how you’re working off your Karma – quit with the Pride and Dignity thing; you’re never meant to have any.

A
Bull-fucking-shit. You don’t know me from Adam.

B
That’s not exactly the way I would put it.

A
But you don’t!

B
I know more than you’ve forgotten.

A
What does that even mean?

B
It means, “Listen to me.”

A
But you’re not there everyday. You don’t know how hard it is not to turn on a dime and destroy someone because you know you have it in you and that’s what they deserve.

B
Yeah. No, be a bartender or a waiter or something.

A
NO!!

B
They’re just going to beat you off the library steps with a baton and some catnip – you know this, right?

A
Theoretically.

B
Just give in, already. Swallow your pride and submit to your fate.

A
I am my own Fate!

B
If that’s the way you want it…

[B snaps fingers.]