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Hier ist ein sehr schöner "Monolog"; ich selbst habe ihn als Schüler gelernt und mit sehr gutem Noten-Erfolg vorgetragen:

Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act 2, scene 1:

Zitat:
Is this a dagger I see in front of me,
with its handle pointing toward my hand?
(to the dagger) Come, let me hold you.
(he grabs at the air in front of him without touching anything)
I don’t have you but I can still see you.
Fateful apparition, isn’t it possible to touch you as well as see you?
Or are you nothing more than a dagger created by the mind,
a hallucination from my fevered brain?
I can still see you,
and you look as real as this other dagger that I’m pulling out now.

(he draws a dagger)
You’re leading me toward the place I was going already,
and I was planning to use a weapon just like you.
My eyesight must either be the one sense that’s not working,
or else it’s the only one that’s working right.
I can still see you,
and I see blood splotches on your blade and handle
that weren’t there before. (to himself)
There’s no dagger here.
It’s the murder
I’m about to do that’s making me think I see one.
...... (Auslassung)
While I stay here talking, Duncan lives.
The more I talk, the more my courage cools.

I’m going now.
The murder is as good as done.
The bell is telling me to do it.
Don’t listen to the bell,
Duncan, because it summons you either to heaven or to hell.

Dies ist eine modernere Version;L vielleicht findest du ja Shakespeares originalversion schöner`:

Zitat:
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall`st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o` the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There`s no such thing:
....... (Auslassung)
Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
A bell rings
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.