Luyện nghe bài hát Act Three

(Immediately afterwards, Usher enters, in a trance)
Carriages at seven
I wear the flower he gave me
so cold here
deep beneath the water...
The
The
My
against his shoulder,
'cross the lawn I the music...
blackness,
In the lake I'm slowly...
Oh, how lovely,
nothing be more becoming...
Underwater,
in the icy darkness...
Count the
I dance with you this evening?'...
On the
Swans are feeding above me...
Hold him
round and round the floor we're
water
I am
Watch the sun
driving home the meadows...
All is
I can feel myself
The
The
The
The
My
Head against his
Floating in the icy
Hold him
I can feel myself
Oh how
beneath the lapping water
Count the
I am drowning I am
Count the
in the icy darkness
Hold him
I can feel dissolving
Oh how
Deep beneath the water
the candles
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 with her?
USHER Yes, right you should know,
She is dying!
I not dared to speak of it.
A chronic had drained her of her youth.
I have watched her waste and could do nothing!
A period of health is followed by coma,
sleep.
It can last a day or more,
no movement, no colour, no in the cheeks.
MONTRESOR What, then of dreaming visions?
The recovery, ah, this is even worse!
She rises and about the house
but her mind sleeps...
You see her now a mindless
Beautiful, dead eyes in sleep, unrecognising.
She speaks in dreams, only dreams,
she haunts the in hideous sleepwalking
and may not be restrained, for like some
she tirelessly thrusts and herself
her fetters,
of injury.
And so she walks and she wakes,
remembering nothing, so week she can
barely up strength before she is struck down again.
Month after month attack worse than the last.
will not wait long.
Her final are flickering past.
God,
helpless,
helpless!
MONTRESOR But what is the from her doctors?
Do they hold out no hope, nor offer any
MONTRESOR CHORUS
They do not
her
and cannot treat a
do not understand
He does not
You're dealing with a
Who is her doctor,
a I trust?
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
walk no more tonight.
When she wakes
she need my care.
I be there, so,
friend, goodnight.
(Usher exits with Madeline, leaving alone. The Herbalist enters)
THE HERBALIST evening, sir.
And you be the friend of Mister Usher.
I'm so pleased to you, sir,
but have time to spare
for knowledge as mine is wanted everywhere.
In poor dwellings, yes, but as great as Usher's.
My card...
'J. Ducrow, Esq. Herbalist,
Doctor of Medicine'...
HERBALIST At you service, and it be, sir,
you have need of my panaceas now...
I have Mandrake that will slake any fever,
cures to convince you though you be an now...
- would you? - at these seeds of mine.
You the cure's causes,
but and Reason do not answer,
and Nature her courses.
I have purest poppy for the of sleeps;
a pure cake of hemp
that's a surcease of worldly sorrow.
words will be believed
if perfumed by pastil,
or my elixir's
to bend the will of womankind.
Scheme, you, for a worldly gain?
after a frigid virgin?
My herbs can grant your secret
and my is modest!
No! No!
HERBALIST And my is modest...
MONTRESOR No, you! No!
HERBALIST Oh it's modest...
MONTRESOR No, no you!
No!
No you,
No!
HERBALIST a poultice of Toadbane
for weakness of the parts,
caused by too wine or age,
perhaps by natural indulgence...
Applied skill, it will
the fleshy passions of a corpse...
...of a
I said no
I no!
HERBALIST then, Good-day...
So that is Usher's idea of a doctor!
That wretched mountebank can't them.
I madness face to face!
And whatever it's cause, it lies within place
I an atmosphere of sorrow;
an alien makes my courage fail,
the collapse of an opium vision,
the hideous dropping of the
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 simple
He not sleep!
State laud and clear,
but the of the House He will not sleep!
'Unreason!'
The one that I fear.
The that is done
be undone.
The evil that come
be prevented.
The evil is done
Yet I must help
two tormented souls,
be undone.
for if I cannot, who
The that will come
are the friends
I've so dearly...
be prevented
Leave!
No! a monstrous thought!
Depart!
How could I think of it!
Go!
Abandon those who 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 late it is too late,
I myself bound up in before you are bound up in
the web of and pain, the web of fear and pain,
the evil that surrounds me. the that surrounds you.
It be undone.
It be undone.
The that will come
be prevented.
End of Act