Luyện nghe bài hát Act Three

(Immediately afterwards, Madeline enters, in a trance)
MADELINE Carriages at
I shall wear the he gave me
It's so here
deep beneath the water...
The
The
My
Head his shoulder,
'cross the I hear the music...
blackness,
In the lake I'm slowly...
Oh, how lovely,
nothing be more becoming...
Underwater,
in the icy darkness...
Count the
I dance with you this evening?'...
On the
Swans are feeding high me...
Hold him
round and the floor we're spinning
Breathing
I am
the sun rise
driving across the meadows...
All is
I can myself dissolving
The
The
The
The
My
against his shoulder
Floating in the icy
him tightly
I can myself dissolving
Oh how
Deep beneath the lapping
the candles
I am drowning I am
Count the
in the icy darkness
Hold him
I can feel dissolving
Oh how
beneath the lapping water
Count the
I am
Oh how
I am I am drowning
Oh how
Oh how
Oh how
MONTRESOR Stop, Madeline, at me!
My god, man, what is wrong her?
Yes, it's right you should know,
She is dying!
I not dared to speak of it.
A chronic had drained her of her youth.
I watched her waste away and could do nothing!
A of health 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 these visions?
USHER The recovery, ah, this is worse!
She rises and moves the house
but her still sleeps...
You see her now a ghost:
Beautiful, dead eyes in sleep, unrecognising.
She in dreams, sees only dreams,
she haunts the house in 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 before she is struck down again.
Month after each attack worse than the last.
Death not wait long.
Her final days are past.
God,
helpless,
helpless!
MONTRESOR But what is the from her doctors?
Do they hold out no hope, nor any treatment?
USHER CHORUS
They do not
her
and treat a case
do not understand
He not understand
You're dealing with a
Who is her doctor,
a specialist I
Yes indeed, one of
the rank
dealing
with a
Then he will her,
oh, yes,
no of this he surely must You do not understand
now
no talk He does not
of cures, please,
Or of doctor.
I you concern,
but that she
walk no more tonight.
When she wakes
she need my care.
I be there, so,
friend, goodnight.
(Usher exits 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 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,
to convince you though you be an unbeliever now...
Laugh - you? - at these seeds of mine.
You the cure's causes,
but Logic and do not answer,
and runs her courses.
I purest poppy for the soundest of sleeps;
a pure of hemp plant
that's a warranted surcease of sorrow.
Lying words will be
if perfumed by pastil,
or my guaranteed
to the will of fairest womankind.
Scheme, you, for a worldly gain?
Lust after a virgin?
My herbs can grant your cravings
and my is modest!
No! No!
HERBALIST And my is modest...
MONTRESOR No, you! No!
HERBALIST Oh very modest...
No, no thank you!
No!
No you,
No!
HERBALIST Perhaps a poultice of
for of the manly parts,
caused by too wine or age,
perhaps by natural indulgence...
with skill, it will
revive the fleshy of a corpse...
...of a
I said no
I no!
Well then, Good-day...
MONTRESOR So that is idea of a doctor!
That wretched mountebank can't them.
I confront madness to face!
And whatever it's cause, it within this place
I breathe an of sorrow;
an alien despair makes my fail,
like the of an opium vision,
the dropping of the veil
Tormented by a thousand doubts and fancies,
he not sleep tonight.
by the gloom of his surroundings,
mortal, mortar.
CHORUS

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 thing I fear.
The that is done
be undone.
The evil will come
be prevented.
The that is done
Yet somehow I must
two tormented 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 could I even 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
it is too late 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 surrounds me. the evil that you.
It be undone.
It be undone.
The evil that will
be prevented.
End of Act