Luyện nghe bài hát Act Three

(Immediately afterwards, Usher enters, in a trance)
MADELINE Carriages at
I shall the flower he gave me
so cold here
deep the lapping 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
'May I dance with you evening?'...
On the
are feeding high above me...
Hold him
round and round the we're spinning
Breathing
I am
the sun rise
driving home the meadows...
All is
I can feel myself
The
The
The
The
My
against his shoulder
Floating in the icy
him tightly
I can feel myself
Oh how
Deep beneath the water
the candles
I am drowning I am
the candles
Floating in the icy
him tightly
I can feel dissolving
Oh how
Deep the lapping water
Count the
I am
Oh how
I am drowning I am
Oh how
Oh how
Oh how
Stop, Madeline, look at me!
My god, man, what is wrong with
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 health is by sudden coma,
sleep.
It can last a day or more,
no movement, no colour, no in the cheeks.
MONTRESOR What, then of dreaming visions?
USHER The recovery, ah, this is worse!
She rises and about the house
but her still sleeps...
You see her now a mindless
Beautiful, dead stare in sleep, unrecognising.
She speaks in dreams, only dreams,
she the house in hideous sleepwalking
and may not be restrained, for some automaton
she thrusts and tears herself
her fetters,
of injury.
And so she and then she wakes,
remembering nothing, so week she can
barely build up strength before she is 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 offer any
MONTRESOR CHORUS
They do not
her
and cannot a case
they do not
He not understand
You're with a case
Who is her doctor,
a I trust?
Yes indeed, one of
the rank
You're
with a
Then he will her,
oh, yes,
no more of this he surely must You do not
now
no more He does not
of cures, please,
Or of doctor.
I you concern,
but know she
walk no more tonight.
When she soon
she need my care.
I be there, so,
friend, goodnight.
(Usher with Madeline, leaving Montresor alone. The Herbalist enters)
THE HERBALIST evening, sir.
And you must be the of Mister Usher.
I'm so pleased to you, sir,
but have time to spare
for knowledge such as is wanted everywhere.
In dwellings, yes, but some as great as Usher's.
My card...
'J. Ducrow, Esq. Herbalist,
Doctor of Medicine'...
At you service, and it could 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 and Reason 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 bend the of fairest womankind.
Scheme, would you, for a gain?
Lust 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 very modest...
No, no thank you!
No!
No you,
No!
HERBALIST Perhaps a poultice of
for of the manly parts,
by too much wine or age,
perhaps by natural indulgence...
with skill, it will
revive the fleshy of a corpse...
...of a
MONTRESOR I no
I no!
Well 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 this
I breathe an of sorrow;
an alien makes my courage fail,
like the of an opium vision,
the hideous of the veil
Tormented by a thousand doubts and fancies,
he not sleep tonight.
by the gloom of his surroundings,
mortal, mortar.
MONTRESOR

He not sleep!
I see solutions
He not sleep!
State them and clear,
but the of the House He will not sleep!
'Unreason!'
The one thing I fear.
The evil is done
be undone.
The evil will come
be prevented.
The that is done
Yet somehow I must
these two souls,
be undone.
for if I cannot, who
The that will come
These are the
loved so dearly...
cannot be
Leave!
No! a monstrous 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 feel myself bound up in 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 that will come
be prevented.
End of Act