Luyện nghe bài hát Act Three

(Immediately afterwards, Usher enters, in a trance)
MADELINE at seven
I shall wear the flower he me
It's so cold
deep the lapping water...
The
The
My
Head his shoulder,
the lawn I hear the music...
blackness,
In the I'm sinking slowly...
Oh, how lovely,
could 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 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
against his shoulder
Floating in the icy
him tightly
I can feel dissolving
Oh how
Deep beneath the water
the candles
I am drowning I am
Count the
Floating in the icy
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
Stop, Madeline, look 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 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 a full day or more,
no movement, no colour, no in the cheeks.
MONTRESOR What, then of these visions?
USHER The recovery, ah, is even worse!
She rises and moves the house
but her still sleeps...
You see her now a ghost:
Beautiful, dead eyes in sleep, unrecognising.
She speaks in dreams, only dreams,
she the house 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
build up strength before she is struck down again.
Month after month each attack than the last.
will not wait long.
Her final days are past.
God,
helpless,
helpless!
MONTRESOR But what is the from her doctors?
Do hold out no hope, nor offer any treatment?
USHER MONTRESOR
do not understand
her
and treat a case
they do not
He not understand
You're dealing with a
Who is her doctor,
a I trust?
Yes indeed, one of
the rank
You're
with a
Then he help her,
oh, yes,
no more of this he surely must You do not
now
no talk He does not
of cures, please,
Or of doctor.
I you concern,
but that she
walk no more tonight.
When she soon
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 must be the friend of Usher.
I'm so to meet you, sir,
but have little to spare
for knowledge as mine 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 need of my now...
I have Mandrake juice that will any fever,
cures to you though you be an unbeliever now...
Laugh - would you? - at these of mine.
You the cure's causes,
but Logic and do not answer,
and runs her courses.
I have purest poppy for the soundest of
a cake of hemp plant
a warranted surcease of worldly sorrow.
Lying will be believed
if by this pastil,
or my elixir's
to the will of fairest womankind.
Scheme, would you, for a gain?
Lust after a virgin?
My herbs can 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 Perhaps a of Toadbane
for weakness of the parts,
caused by too wine or age,
perhaps by over-frequent indulgence...
Applied with skill, it
the fleshy passions of a corpse...
...of a
I said no
I no!
HERBALIST then, Good-day...
MONTRESOR So that is idea of a doctor!
That wretched can't help them.
I confront face to face!
And whatever it's cause, it lies within place
I breathe an of sorrow;
an alien despair my courage fail,
like the of an opium vision,
the dropping of the veil
CHORUS Tormented by a thousand and fancies,
he not sleep tonight.
Chilled by the of his surroundings,
mortal, mortar.
MONTRESOR

He not sleep!
I see simple
He not sleep!
them laud and clear,
but the of the House He will not sleep!
'Unreason!'
The one thing I fear.
The that is done
be undone.
The evil that come
be prevented.
The evil that is
Yet somehow I help
these two souls,
be undone.
for if I cannot, who
The that will come
These are the
I've so dearly...
cannot be
Leave!
No! What a thought!
Depart!
How could I 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 myself bound up in before you are bound up in
the web of fear and pain, the web of and pain,
the evil that surrounds me. the that surrounds you.
It be undone.
It be undone.
The evil that will
be prevented.
End of Act