Luyện nghe bài hát Act Three

(Immediately afterwards, Madeline enters, in a trance)
MADELINE Carriages at
I shall the flower he gave me
so cold here
deep beneath the water...
The
The
My
Head 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 high me...
Hold him
and round the floor we're spinning
Breathing
I am
Watch the sun
driving home the meadows...
All is
I can myself dissolving
The
The
The
The
My
Head against his
in the icy darkness
Hold him
I can feel myself
Oh how
Deep beneath the lapping
the candles
I am I am drowning
the candles
Floating in the icy
him tightly
I can myself dissolving
Oh how
Deep beneath the lapping
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 with
USHER Yes, it's right you know,
She is dying!
I not dared to speak of it.
A chronic catalepsy had her of her youth.
I have watched her waste away and 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, then of these dreaming
USHER The recovery, ah, this is worse!
She and moves about the house
but her mind sleeps...
You see her now a ghost:
Beautiful, dead stare in sleep, unrecognising.
She in dreams, sees only dreams,
she haunts the house in hideous
and may not be restrained, for like automaton
she tirelessly thrusts and tears
her fetters,
of injury.
And so she walks and she wakes,
remembering nothing, so that she can
build up strength before she is struck down again.
Month after each attack worse than the last.
will not wait long.
Her final days are past.
God,
helpless,
helpless!
MONTRESOR But what is the word from her
Do they hold out no hope, nor any treatment?
USHER MONTRESOR
do not understand
her
and cannot a case
they do not
He not understand
You're with a case
Who is her doctor,
a specialist I
Yes indeed, one of
the foremost
dealing
with a
Then he will her,
oh, yes,
no of this he surely must You do not understand
now
no more He does not
of cures, please,
Or of doctor.
I you concern,
but that she
walk no more tonight.
When she soon
she will my care.
I be there, so,
friend, goodnight.
(Usher with Madeline, leaving Montresor alone. The Herbalist enters)
THE Good evening, sir.
And you be the friend of Mister Usher.
I'm so to meet you, sir,
but little time to spare
for such as mine is wanted everywhere.
In dwellings, yes, but some 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 you though you be an unbeliever now...
Laugh - you? - at these seeds of mine.
You question the causes,
but and Reason do not answer,
and Nature her courses.
I purest poppy for the soundest of sleeps;
a pure cake of hemp
that's a surcease of worldly sorrow.
words will be believed
if by this pastil,
or my elixir's
to bend the of fairest womankind.
Scheme, would you, for a gain?
Lust after a frigid
My herbs can grant secret cravings
and my is modest!
No! No!
HERBALIST And my is modest...
MONTRESOR No, you! No!
HERBALIST Oh very modest...
MONTRESOR No, no you!
No!
No you,
No!
HERBALIST a poultice of Toadbane
for weakness of the parts,
by too much wine or age,
perhaps by over-frequent indulgence...
Applied skill, it will
revive the passions of a corpse...
...of a
I said no
I no!
HERBALIST then, Good-day...
MONTRESOR So that is Usher's of a doctor!
That wretched mountebank can't them.
I confront madness to face!
And whatever it's cause, it lies within place
I breathe an of sorrow;
an alien despair makes my fail,
the collapse of an opium vision,
the dropping of the veil
CHORUS Tormented by a doubts and fancies,
he will not tonight.
Chilled by the of his surroundings,
mortal, mortar.
CHORUS

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