Luyện nghe bài hát Act Three

(Immediately afterwards, Usher enters, in a trance)
MADELINE Carriages at
I shall wear the he gave me
It's so cold
beneath the lapping water...
The
The
My
Head his shoulder,
'cross the I hear the music...
blackness,
In the lake I'm slowly...
Oh, how lovely,
nothing be more becoming...
Underwater,
in the icy darkness...
Count the
'May I dance you this evening?'...
On the
Swans are feeding high me...
him tightly
round and round the floor spinning
Breathing
I am
the sun rise
driving home the meadows...
All is
I can feel dissolving
The
The
The
The
My
Head his shoulder
in the icy darkness
Hold him
I can myself dissolving
Oh how
Deep beneath the water
Count the
I am I am drowning
Count the
Floating in the icy
Hold him
I can feel dissolving
Oh how
Deep beneath the lapping
Count the
I am
Oh how
I am I am drowning
Oh how
Oh how
Oh how
Stop, Madeline, look at me!
My god, man, what is with her?
Yes, it's right you should know,
She is dying!
I not dared to speak of it.
A chronic catalepsy had her of her youth.
I have watched her away and could do nothing!
A period of health is by sudden coma,
sleep.
It can a full day or more,
no movement, no colour, no in the cheeks.
MONTRESOR What, of these dreaming visions?
USHER The recovery, ah, this is worse!
She rises and moves the house
but her mind sleeps...
You see her now a ghost:
Beautiful, dead eyes in sleep, unrecognising.
She speaks in dreams, only dreams,
she haunts the 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 week she can
barely build up strength before she is struck again.
Month after month each worse than the last.
Death will not long.
Her final are flickering past.
God,
helpless,
helpless!
MONTRESOR But what is the word her doctors?
Do they hold out no hope, nor offer any
USHER CHORUS
do not understand
her
and cannot a case
do not understand
He does not
You're with a case
Who is her doctor,
a specialist I
Yes indeed, one of
the foremost
You're
with a
Then he help her,
oh, yes,
no more of this he surely You do not understand
now
no more talk He 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 Montresor alone. The enters)
THE HERBALIST evening, sir.
And you must be the friend of Usher.
I'm so pleased to you, sir,
but have little to spare
for such 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,
that you have of my panaceas now...
I have Mandrake juice that slake any fever,
to convince you though you be an unbeliever now...
Laugh - would you? - at these of mine.
You question the causes,
but Logic and do not answer,
and runs her courses.
I have purest poppy for the of sleeps;
a pure cake of hemp
that's a warranted surcease of sorrow.
Lying will be believed
if perfumed by pastil,
or my elixir's
to the will of fairest womankind.
Scheme, would you, for a worldly
after a frigid virgin?
My can grant your secret cravings
and my is modest!
No! No!
HERBALIST And my is modest...
No, thank you! No!
HERBALIST Oh very modest...
MONTRESOR No, no you!
No!
No you,
No!
HERBALIST a poultice of Toadbane
for of the manly parts,
caused by too much or age,
perhaps by natural indulgence...
Applied skill, it will
revive the fleshy 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 can't help them.
I confront madness to face!
And whatever it's cause, it lies within place
I breathe an atmosphere of
an despair makes my courage fail,
the collapse of an opium vision,
the hideous dropping of the
CHORUS by a thousand doubts and fancies,
he not sleep tonight.
by the gloom of his surroundings,
mortal, mortar.
CHORUS

He not sleep!
I see simple
He not sleep!
State them and clear,
but the echoes of the He will not sleep!
'Unreason!'
The one thing I fear.
The evil that is
be undone.
The evil that will
be prevented.
The evil that is
Yet somehow I must
these two souls,
be undone.
for if I cannot, who
The evil that come
are the friends
I've so dearly...
cannot be
Leave!
No! a monstrous thought!
Depart!
How could I think of it!
Go!
Abandon those who have of me!
Leave!
Oh, but a temptation,
Depart!
to run a thief in the night,
Go!
And yet now I
because it is too late it is too late,
I feel myself bound up in before you are 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 evil will come
be prevented.
End of Act