Luyện nghe bài hát Act Three

(Immediately afterwards, Madeline enters, in a trance)
MADELINE at seven
I shall wear the flower he me
so cold here
deep beneath the water...
The
The
My
against his shoulder,
'cross the 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
'May I dance with you evening?'...
On the
Swans are high above me...
Hold him
round and round the we're spinning
Breathing
I am
the sun rise
driving across the meadows...
All is
I can feel dissolving
The
The
The
The
My
against his shoulder
Floating in the icy
him tightly
I can feel myself
Oh how
Deep beneath the water
the candles
I am drowning I am
the candles
Floating in the icy
him tightly
I can feel dissolving
Oh how
beneath the lapping 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, is wrong with her?
USHER Yes, it's you should know,
She is dying!
I have not dared to of it.
A catalepsy had drained her of her youth.
I have watched her waste away and 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, this is worse!
She rises and about the house
but her mind sleeps...
You see her now a mindless
Beautiful, dead stare in sleep, unrecognising.
She speaks in dreams, only dreams,
she haunts the house in hideous
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 that she can
barely build up strength she is struck down 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 from her doctors?
Do hold out no hope, nor offer any treatment?
USHER MONTRESOR
They do not
her
and cannot a case
they do not
He does not
You're dealing with a
Who is her doctor,
a specialist I
Yes indeed, one of
the rank
dealing
with a
he will 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 know she
will walk no tonight.
When she wakes
she need my care.
I be there, so,
friend, goodnight.
(Usher exits with Madeline, leaving Montresor alone. The enters)
THE HERBALIST evening, sir.
And you must be the friend of Usher.
I'm so pleased to you, sir,
but have little to spare
for knowledge as mine is wanted everywhere.
In poor dwellings, yes, but 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 though you be an now...
Laugh - you? - at these seeds of mine.
You question the causes,
but Logic and do not answer,
and runs her courses.
I have poppy for the soundest of sleeps;
a pure cake of hemp
a warranted surcease of worldly sorrow.
Lying words be believed
if by this pastil,
or my guaranteed
to bend the will of womankind.
Scheme, would you, for a worldly
Lust after a frigid
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...
MONTRESOR No, no you!
No!
No you,
No!
HERBALIST a poultice of Toadbane
for of the manly parts,
caused by too much or age,
perhaps by over-frequent indulgence...
with skill, it will
revive the passions of a corpse...
...of a
I said no
I no!
HERBALIST then, Good-day...
So that is Usher's idea of a doctor!
That mountebank can't help them.
I madness face to face!
And whatever it's cause, it lies within this
I an atmosphere of sorrow;
an alien despair makes my fail,
like the collapse of an vision,
the hideous dropping of the
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 of the House He will not sleep!
'Unreason!'
The one thing I fear.
The evil is done
be undone.
The evil that will
be prevented.
The evil that is
Yet somehow I must
two tormented souls,
be undone.
for if I cannot, who
The evil that come
are the friends
I've so dearly...
cannot be
Leave!
No! a monstrous thought!
Depart!
How could I think of it!
Go!
those 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 feel myself bound up in you are bound up in
the web of and pain, the web of fear and pain,
the evil that surrounds me. the evil surrounds you.
It be undone.
It be undone.
The evil will come
be prevented.
End of Act