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 beneath the water...
The
The
My
against his shoulder,
'cross the lawn I the music...
blackness,
In the I'm sinking slowly...
Oh, how lovely,
nothing could be becoming...
Underwater,
in the icy darkness...
Count the
'May I with you this evening?'...
On the
Swans are feeding high me...
him tightly
round and round the we're spinning
Breathing
I am
the sun rise
driving across the meadows...
All is
I can myself dissolving
The
The
The
The
My
Head his shoulder
Floating in the icy
him tightly
I can feel dissolving
Oh how
beneath the lapping water
Count the
I am drowning I am
the candles
Floating in the icy
Hold him
I can feel dissolving
Oh how
Deep beneath the water
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 with her?
USHER Yes, it's right you know,
She is dying!
I have not dared to of it.
A chronic had drained her of her youth.
I have 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 and moves about the house
but her mind sleeps...
You see her now a mindless
Beautiful, eyes stare in sleep, unrecognising.
She speaks in dreams, sees dreams,
she the house in hideous sleepwalking
and may not be restrained, for like some
she thrusts and tears herself
her fetters,
of injury.
And so she walks and she wakes,
nothing, so week that she can
barely build up strength before she is struck again.
after month each attack worse than the last.
Death not wait long.
Her days are flickering past.
God,
helpless,
helpless!
MONTRESOR But what is the word from her
Do they out no hope, nor offer any treatment?
USHER MONTRESOR
do not understand
her
and cannot treat a
they do not
He does not
You're dealing with a
Who is her doctor,
a specialist I
Yes indeed, one of
the foremost
dealing
with a
he will help 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 know she
will walk no tonight.
she wakes 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 of Mister Usher.
I'm so pleased to 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'...
At you service, and it could be, sir,
that you have of my panaceas now...
I have Mandrake juice will slake any fever,
cures to convince you though you be an now...
Laugh - would you? - at seeds of mine.
You the cure's 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 surcease of worldly sorrow.
Lying will be believed
if by this pastil,
or my guaranteed
to bend the of fairest womankind.
Scheme, you, for a worldly gain?
after a frigid virgin?
My herbs can your secret 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 fleshy of a corpse...
...of a
MONTRESOR I no
I no!
Well then, Good-day...
MONTRESOR So that is idea of a doctor!
That mountebank can't help them.
I madness face to face!
And whatever it's cause, it lies this place
I breathe an atmosphere of
an despair makes my courage fail,
like the collapse of an vision,
the hideous dropping of the
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 simple
He not sleep!
them laud and clear,
but the echoes of the He will not sleep!
'Unreason!'
The one that I fear.
The evil that is
be undone.
The that will come
be prevented.
The evil that is
Yet I must help
two tormented souls,
be undone.
for if I cannot, who
The evil that will
These are the
I've so dearly...
be prevented
Leave!
No! What a thought!
Depart!
How could I even of it!
Go!
Abandon those who need 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 myself up in before you are bound up in
the web of and pain, the web of fear and pain,
the that surrounds me. the evil that surrounds you.
It be undone.
It be undone.
The evil will come
be prevented.
End of Act