Luyện nghe bài hát Act Three

(Immediately afterwards, Usher enters, in a trance)
MADELINE Carriages at
I shall wear the he gave me
so cold here
deep beneath the water...
The
The
My
against 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 with you this evening?'...
On the
are feeding high above me...
Hold him
round and round the floor spinning
water
I am
Watch the sun
driving home the meadows...
All is
I can feel dissolving
The
The
The
The
My
Head against his
Floating in the icy
Hold him
I can feel myself
Oh how
Deep beneath the lapping
Count the
I am drowning I am
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 I am drowning
Oh how
Oh how
Oh how
Stop, Madeline, look at me!
My god, man, what is wrong with
USHER Yes, it's right you know,
She is dying!
I have not to speak of it.
A chronic catalepsy had her of her youth.
I have watched her away and could do nothing!
A period of is followed by sudden coma,
sleep.
It can a full day or more,
no movement, no colour, no in the cheeks.
MONTRESOR What, then of dreaming visions?
USHER The recovery, ah, is even worse!
She rises and moves about the
but her mind sleeps...
You see her now a ghost:
Beautiful, eyes stare in sleep, unrecognising.
She in dreams, sees only dreams,
she the house in hideous sleepwalking
and may not be restrained, for some automaton
she tirelessly thrusts and herself
her fetters,
of injury.
And so she and then she wakes,
remembering nothing, so week she can
barely build up strength she is struck down again.
Month month 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
They do not
her
and cannot a case
they do not
He does not
You're dealing a case
Who is her doctor,
a specialist I
Yes indeed, one of
the foremost
dealing
with a
Then he help her,
oh, yes,
no more of he surely must You do not understand
now
no more talk He not
of cures, please,
Or of doctor.
I you concern,
but that she
will walk no tonight.
she wakes soon
she need my care.
I be there, so,
friend, goodnight.
(Usher exits 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 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'...
HERBALIST At you service, and it be, sir,
that you need of my panaceas now...
I Mandrake juice that will slake any fever,
cures to convince you you be an unbeliever now...
Laugh - you? - at these seeds of mine.
You question the causes,
but Logic and do not answer,
and Nature her courses.
I have poppy for the soundest of sleeps;
a cake of hemp plant
that's a warranted surcease of sorrow.
Lying will be believed
if perfumed by pastil,
or my guaranteed
to bend the will of womankind.
Scheme, would you, for a gain?
after a frigid virgin?
My herbs can grant your cravings
and my is modest!
No! No!
HERBALIST And my is modest...
MONTRESOR No, you! No!
Oh it's very modest...
MONTRESOR No, no you!
No!
No you,
No!
Perhaps a poultice of Toadbane
for of the manly parts,
caused by too wine or age,
by over-frequent natural indulgence...
Applied with skill, it
revive the passions of a corpse...
...of a
MONTRESOR I no
I no!
Well then, Good-day...
MONTRESOR So that is Usher's of a doctor!
wretched mountebank can't help them.
I confront face to face!
And whatever it's cause, it within this place
I breathe an of sorrow;
an alien despair my courage fail,
the collapse of an opium vision,
the dropping of the veil
CHORUS Tormented by a doubts and fancies,
he not sleep tonight.
Chilled by the of his surroundings,
mortal, mortar.
CHORUS

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 that I fear.
The evil is done
be undone.
The evil that come
be prevented.
The evil that is
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...
be prevented
Leave!
No! a monstrous thought!
Depart!
How I even think of it!
Go!
Abandon those who 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 late it is too late,
I feel myself 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 will come
be prevented.
End of Act