Luyện nghe bài hát Act Three

(Immediately afterwards, Madeline enters, in a trance)
MADELINE at seven
I shall wear the he gave me
It's so cold
beneath the lapping water...
The
The
My
Head his shoulder,
'cross the lawn I the music...
blackness,
In the I'm sinking slowly...
Oh, how lovely,
could be more becoming...
Underwater,
in the icy darkness...
Count the
'May I dance with you 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
Head his shoulder
Floating in the icy
him tightly
I can feel 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 dissolving
Oh how
Deep beneath the water
Count the
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 with
Yes, it's right you should 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 health is followed by coma,
sleep.
It can a full day or more,
no movement, no colour, no in the cheeks.
MONTRESOR What, of these dreaming visions?
The recovery, ah, this is even worse!
She rises and moves the house
but her mind sleeps...
You see her now a mindless
Beautiful, dead eyes in sleep, unrecognising.
She speaks in dreams, only dreams,
she haunts the house in sleepwalking
and may not be restrained, for some automaton
she tirelessly thrusts and herself
her fetters,
of injury.
And so she walks and 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 what is the from her doctors?
Do hold out no hope, nor offer any treatment?
USHER CHORUS
do not understand
her
and treat a case
do not understand
He does not
You're with a case
Who is her doctor,
a I trust?
Yes indeed, one of
the foremost
You're
a case
Then he help her,
oh, yes,
no of this he surely must You do not understand
now
no more talk He 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, Montresor 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 is wanted everywhere.
In poor dwellings, yes, but some as as Usher's.
My card...
'J. Ducrow, Esq. Herbalist,
Doctor of Medicine'...
HERBALIST At you service, and it 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 - at these seeds of mine.
You question the causes,
but and Reason do not answer,
and runs her courses.
I have purest poppy for the soundest of
a pure cake of hemp
that's a warranted of worldly sorrow.
words will be believed
if by this pastil,
or my elixir's
to the will of fairest womankind.
Scheme, would you, for a worldly
Lust after a virgin?
My can grant your secret cravings
and my is modest!
No! No!
HERBALIST And my is modest...
MONTRESOR No, you! No!
HERBALIST Oh it's modest...
No, no thank you!
No!
No you,
No!
HERBALIST Perhaps a of Toadbane
for weakness of the parts,
by too much wine or age,
perhaps by natural indulgence...
Applied skill, it will
revive the passions of a corpse...
...of a
I said no
I no!
Well then, Good-day...
MONTRESOR So that is idea of a doctor!
wretched mountebank can't help them.
I madness face to face!
And whatever it's cause, it within this place
I breathe an atmosphere of
an alien makes my courage fail,
the collapse of an opium 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.
CHORUS

He not sleep!
I see solutions
He not sleep!
State laud and clear,
but the echoes of the He will not sleep!
'Unreason!'
The one thing I fear.
The evil is done
be undone.
The evil will come
be prevented.
The evil that is
Yet somehow I help
two tormented souls,
be undone.
for if I cannot, who
The evil will come
These are the
loved so dearly...
cannot be
Leave!
No! a monstrous thought!
Depart!
How could I even of it!
Go!
Abandon those who have 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 before you are up in
the web of fear and pain, the web of and pain,
the evil surrounds me. the evil that surrounds you.
It be undone.
It be undone.
The evil will come
be prevented.
End of Act