Luyện nghe bài hát Act Three

(Immediately afterwards, Usher enters, in a trance)
MADELINE at seven
I shall the flower he gave me
It's so cold
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,
could be more becoming...
Underwater,
in the icy darkness...
Count the
I dance with you this evening?'...
On the
are feeding high above me...
Hold him
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
Floating in the icy
him tightly
I can myself dissolving
Oh how
Deep the lapping water
Count the
I am I am drowning
the candles
Floating in the icy
Hold him
I can feel myself
Oh how
beneath 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, it's right you know,
She is dying!
I have not dared to of it.
A catalepsy had drained her of her youth.
I have her waste away 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 these visions?
The recovery, ah, this is even worse!
She rises and moves about the
but her mind sleeps...
You see her now a mindless
Beautiful, eyes stare in sleep, unrecognising.
She speaks in dreams, only dreams,
she the house in hideous sleepwalking
and may not be restrained, for like 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 days are flickering past.
God,
helpless,
helpless!
MONTRESOR But is the word from her doctors?
Do they hold out no hope, nor offer any
USHER MONTRESOR
do not understand
her
and cannot treat a
they do not
He does not
dealing 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 must You do not understand
now
no more talk He not
of cures, please,
Or of doctor.
I you concern,
but know she
walk no more tonight.
When she soon
she will my care.
I be there, so,
friend, goodnight.
(Usher exits with Madeline, leaving alone. The Herbalist enters)
THE HERBALIST evening, sir.
And you must be the friend of Usher.
I'm so to meet you, sir,
but have little to spare
for knowledge such as mine is 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 need of my now...
I Mandrake juice that will 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 of hemp plant
that's a surcease of worldly sorrow.
Lying will be believed
if perfumed by pastil,
or my elixir's
to bend the of fairest womankind.
Scheme, you, for a worldly gain?
Lust after a virgin?
My can grant your secret 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 of the manly parts,
caused by too wine or age,
perhaps by natural indulgence...
with skill, it will
revive the passions of a corpse...
...of a
MONTRESOR I no
I no!
HERBALIST then, Good-day...
MONTRESOR So is Usher's idea of a doctor!
That mountebank can't help them.
I confront madness to face!
And it's cause, it lies within this place
I an atmosphere of sorrow;
an alien despair my courage fail,
like the collapse of an 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 simple
He not sleep!
State laud and clear,
but the echoes of the House He not sleep!
'Unreason!'
The one thing I fear.
The that is done
be undone.
The evil that come
be prevented.
The evil is done
Yet somehow I must
these two souls,
be undone.
for if I cannot, who
The evil that come
These are the
I've so dearly...
cannot be
Leave!
No! What a thought!
Depart!
How could I even of it!
Go!
those who have need of me!
Leave!
Oh, but a temptation,
Depart!
to run a thief 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 and pain, the web of fear 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