Peter Pan

Peter Pan Audition Monologues 

Please prepare one of the following monologues for your audition. 

Peter (male/female):

Yes, Wendy, I know fairies! But, they’re nearly all dead now. You see, 

when the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into 

thousand of pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the 

beginning of fairies. So, there ought to be a fairy for every boy and girl. 

There isn’t of course. You see children know such a lot now that soon they 

don’t believe in fairies. Every time a child says “I don’t believe in fairies,” 

somewhere a fairy falls down dead. I can’t think she is gone. Tinkerbell, Tink, 

where are you? 

Peter (male/female): 

Who’s there? Is anyone there? What! (To Tink) The Indians were defeated and 

Wendy and the Boys have been captured by the Pirates? I’ll rescue her! I’ll rescue 

her! What? Oh, that’s just my medicine. Poisoned? Nonsense! Who could have 

poisoned it? I promised Wendy to take it and I’m going to, as soon as I’ve 

sharpened my dagger. Why, Tink, you’ve drunk my medicine! What’s the matter 

with you? It was poisoned! You drank it to save my life. Tink. Dear… Tink… your’re 

dying? Your light is growing faint, and if it goes out that means you’re dead. Your 

voice is so low I can scarcely hear what you’re saying. You say you think.. you think 

you could get well again if… if… if what Tink? If children believed in fairies. (To 

audience) Do you believe? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your 

hands! 

Wendy (female): Boy, why are you crying? You say that you are not crying? Oh, 

yes you are. What is my name? Wendy, Moira, Angela, Darling. What’s yours? 

Peter Pan, is that all? Oh, it is. In that case, I’m so sorry. Where do you 

live? The second star to the right and straight ‘till what? What a funny 

address. I ah mean, is that what they put on your letters? Well if you 

don’t get letters, you mother must get… You don’t have a mother? Oh, 

Peter. 

Hook (male):

How still the night is. Nothing sounds alive. Now is the hour when the children in 

their homes are a-bed. Their lips bright- browned with the goodnight chocolate, and 

their tongues drowsily searching for belated crumbs housed insecurely on their 

shining cheeks. Compare with them the captive children on this boat. Split me 

infinitives, but ‘tis me hour of Triumph! Peter killed at last and all the boys are 

about to walk the plank. At last, I’ve reached me peak! All mortals envy me- no 

little children love me. I’m, told they play at Peter Pan, and that the strongest 

always chooses to be Peter. They force the baby to be Hook. THE BABY! 

Michael (male):

I won’t go to bed, I won’t, I won’t! Nana, it isn’t six o’clock yet. Two 

minutes more, please, one minute more? Nana, I won’t be bathed, I tell 

you I will not be bathed! I want to play house with Wendy and John. See, they’re pretending to be like mother and father. They need someone to 

play the child. Now John, have me. If you are not going to have me, then 

am I not to born at all? Please John, nobody wants me! 

John (male): 

Peter, you can really fly? Could you teach us to fly? Could you teach us 

to jump on the wind's back and away we’ll go!?! Instead of sleeping in 

our silly beds we might be flying about saying funny things to the stars! 

How do we do it? Think lovely thoughts? Think lovely thoughts! 

Fishing… picnics… sailing… PRESENTS!!! And away we 

goooooooooo!!!!!!!!! 

Lost Boy (male/female):

I saw Pirates! I saw Indians! Not only did I see Pirates, and Indians, but I 

saw a wonderfuller thing. High over the lagoon I saw the loveliest, great, 

white bird. It is flying this way. It looks weary and as it flies it moans, 

“Poor Wendy”. I think there are birds called Wendies. See, here it 

comes! Look how white it is. Hey, there’s Tinkerbell. Tink is trying to 

hurt the Wendy. She says Peter wants us to shoot the Wendy. Let us do 

what Peter wishes. Out of my way, Tink. I’ll shoot it. I’ve shot the 

Wendy! Peter will be so pleased!