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    Tragedy

    Richard Wakes: Give Me Another Horse

    from Richard III

    Written by William Shakespeare

    Richard Wakes: Give Me Another Horse from Richard III — audition scene

    Following a haunting visitation by the ghosts of those he has murdered, King Richard III awakens in a panic on the eve of the Battle of Bosworth Field, grappling with his fractured identity and the weight of his conscience.

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    KING RICHARD III

    O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!

    The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight.

    Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.

    What do I fear? myself? there's none else by:

    Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.

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    About This Scene

    In this pivotal soliloquy from William Shakespeare's classical tragedy *Richard III*, the title monarch jolts awake in his tent on the eve of the Battle of Bosworth Field. Having just suffered a terrifying visitation from the ghosts of those he murdered to secure the crown, he is left alone in the midnight darkness to confront the horrifying reality of his actions. The monologue captures a frantic transition from battlefield panic to a devastating internal trial, exposing a tyrant utterly unraveled by his own suppressed conscience.

    Character Analysis

    King Richard III is a ruthless, charismatic monarch whose seemingly unbreakable psychological armor finally splinters under the weight of his deeds. Throughout his ascent, he has operated with cold detachment and relentless drive, yet this private reckoning reveals an intensely fractured mind at war with itself. He swings violently between pride and self-hatred, coming to the agonizing realization that the one adversary he can neither manipulate nor defeat is his own guilt.

    Why This Works for Auditions

    This piece offers an exceptional showcase for an actor who can navigate rapid psychological turns within heightened verse. Because the speaker conducts a relentless interrogation of his own identity, it demands precise vocal control, physical specificity, and emotional agility. Audition panels will instantly register your ability to make classical dialogue feel spontaneous, visceral, and grounded in genuine human terror.

    Best Suited For

    This classical monologue is best suited for drama school auditions, acting competitions, and advanced scene study practice. It provides a standout challenge for male actors in the thirty-five to forty-five age range who fit leading man, villain, or character actor profiles. Performers seeking to display command of high-stakes tragic drama will find this selection remarkably effective.

    Performance Tips

    Anchor your performance in the sensory shock of waking from a nightmare, letting the physiological effects of panic inform your initial breath and posture. Avoid rushing through the argument by clearly demarcating the different voices of his conscience as they accuse, deny, and despair. Allow Richard to discover each self-condemnation in real time, shifting cleanly from aggressive self-defense to the chilling stillness of complete desolation.

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