Luyện nghe bài hát Act Three

(Immediately afterwards, Usher enters, in a trance)
MADELINE Carriages at
I wear the flower he gave me
It's so here
deep the lapping water...
The
The
My
against his shoulder,
'cross the lawn I the music...
blackness,
In the I'm sinking slowly...
Oh, how lovely,
could be more becoming...
Underwater,
in the icy darkness...
Count the
'May I with you this evening?'...
On the
Swans are feeding high me...
him tightly
round and the floor we're spinning
water
I am
the sun rise
driving home the meadows...
All is
I can feel myself
The
The
The
The
My
Head his shoulder
in the icy darkness
Hold him
I can myself dissolving
Oh how
Deep the lapping water
Count the
I am I am drowning
Count the
in the icy darkness
Hold him
I can feel myself
Oh how
Deep the lapping water
Count the
I am
Oh how
I am drowning I am
Oh how
Oh how
Oh how
MONTRESOR Stop, Madeline, at me!
My god, man, what is wrong her?
USHER Yes, right you should know,
She is dying!
I have not to speak of it.
A chronic catalepsy had her of her youth.
I watched her waste away and could do nothing!
A period of is followed by sudden coma,
sleep.
It can last a day or more,
no movement, no colour, no in the cheeks.
MONTRESOR What, then of these visions?
USHER The recovery, ah, is even worse!
She rises and moves the house
but her mind sleeps...
You see her now a ghost:
Beautiful, eyes stare in sleep, unrecognising.
She in dreams, sees only dreams,
she the house in hideous sleepwalking
and may not be restrained, for some automaton
she tirelessly thrusts and tears
her fetters,
of injury.
And so she and then she wakes,
remembering nothing, so that she can
barely build up strength she is struck down again.
Month after month each worse than the last.
Death will not long.
Her final are flickering past.
God,
helpless,
helpless!
MONTRESOR But is the word from her doctors?
Do they hold out no hope, nor offer any
USHER CHORUS
do not understand
her
and cannot treat a
do not understand
He does not
You're dealing with a
Who is her doctor,
a specialist I
Yes indeed, one of
the foremost
dealing
with a
he will help her,
oh, yes,
no more of this he must You do not understand
now
no talk He does not
of cures, please,
Or of doctor.
I you concern,
but that she
will walk no tonight.
When she soon
she will my care.
I be there, so,
friend, goodnight.
(Usher with Madeline, leaving Montresor alone. The Herbalist enters)
THE HERBALIST evening, sir.
And you be the friend of Mister Usher.
I'm so to meet you, sir,
but have little time to
for such as mine is wanted everywhere.
In poor dwellings, yes, but some as as Usher's.
My card...
'J. Ducrow, Esq. Herbalist,
Doctor of Medicine'...
HERBALIST At you service, and it be, sir,
that you have of my panaceas now...
I have Mandrake that will slake any fever,
to convince you though you be an unbeliever now...
Laugh - would you? - at these of mine.
You the cure's causes,
but and Reason do not answer,
and Nature her courses.
I have purest poppy for the soundest of
a pure cake of hemp
that's a warranted of worldly sorrow.
Lying words will be
if perfumed by pastil,
or my elixir's
to the will of fairest womankind.
Scheme, you, for a worldly gain?
after a frigid virgin?
My herbs can grant your cravings
and my is modest!
No! No!
HERBALIST And my is modest...
No, thank you! No!
HERBALIST Oh it's modest...
No, no thank you!
No!
No you,
No!
HERBALIST a poultice of Toadbane
for weakness of the parts,
caused by too much or age,
perhaps by natural indulgence...
Applied with skill, it
revive the passions of a corpse...
...of a
I said no
I no!
HERBALIST then, Good-day...
MONTRESOR So is Usher's idea of a doctor!
That wretched can't help them.
I madness face to face!
And whatever it's cause, it within this place
I an atmosphere of sorrow;
an alien makes my courage fail,
the collapse of an opium vision,
the dropping of the veil
CHORUS Tormented by a thousand and fancies,
he will not tonight.
Chilled by the of his surroundings,
mortal, mortar.
MONTRESOR

He not sleep!
I see solutions
He not sleep!
them laud and clear,
but the of the House He will not sleep!
'Unreason!'
The one thing I fear.
The evil that is
be undone.
The that will come
be prevented.
The evil that is
Yet I must help
these two souls,
be undone.
for if I cannot, who
The that will come
These are the
loved so dearly...
cannot be
Leave!
No! What a thought!
Depart!
How I even think of it!
Go!
Abandon who have need of me!
Leave!
Oh, but a temptation,
Depart!
to run like a in the night,
Go!
And yet now I
because it is too Before it is too late,
I myself bound up in before you are bound up in
the web of fear and pain, the web of and pain,
the evil that surrounds me. the evil that you.
It be undone.
It be undone.
The evil that will
be prevented.
End of Act