Luyện nghe bài hát Act Three

(Immediately afterwards, Usher enters, in a trance)
Carriages at seven
I shall the flower he gave me
so cold here
deep the lapping water...
The
The
My
against his shoulder,
'cross the lawn I the music...
blackness,
In the lake I'm slowly...
Oh, how lovely,
nothing could be 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
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 myself dissolving
Oh how
Deep the lapping water
Count the
I am drowning I am
Count the
in the icy darkness
Hold him
I can feel dissolving
Oh how
Deep beneath the lapping
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?
USHER Yes, right you should know,
She is dying!
I have not to speak of it.
A chronic had drained her of her youth.
I have watched her 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, of these dreaming visions?
USHER The recovery, ah, is even worse!
She rises and moves about the
but her still sleeps...
You see her now a ghost:
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 tirelessly thrusts and herself
her fetters,
of injury.
And so she and then she wakes,
remembering nothing, so that she can
barely build up strength before she is struck again.
Month after month each attack than the last.
Death not wait long.
Her final days are past.
God,
helpless,
helpless!
MONTRESOR But what is the from her doctors?
Do hold out no hope, nor offer any treatment?
MONTRESOR CHORUS
They do not
her
and cannot treat a
do not understand
He not understand
You're dealing with a
Who is her doctor,
a I trust?
Yes indeed, one of
the foremost
dealing
with a
Then he will 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 no more tonight.
When she soon
she will my care.
I be there, so,
friend, goodnight.
(Usher exits with Madeline, leaving 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 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 need of my now...
I have Mandrake juice that slake any fever,
to convince you though you be an unbeliever now...
Laugh - would you? - at seeds of mine.
You the cure's causes,
but Logic and do not answer,
and runs her courses.
I have purest poppy for the of sleeps;
a pure cake of plant
a warranted surcease of worldly sorrow.
Lying words will be
if perfumed by pastil,
or my elixir's
to the will of fairest 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...
No, thank you! No!
HERBALIST Oh very modest...
No, no thank you!
No!
No you,
No!
HERBALIST Perhaps a poultice of
for weakness of the parts,
caused by too wine or age,
perhaps by natural indulgence...
Applied with skill, it
revive the fleshy of a corpse...
...of a
I said no
I no!
HERBALIST then, Good-day...
So that is Usher's idea of a doctor!
That wretched mountebank help them.
I madness face to face!
And whatever it's cause, it lies within place
I an atmosphere of sorrow;
an despair makes my courage fail,
the collapse of an opium vision,
the hideous of the veil
CHORUS by a thousand doubts and fancies,
he will not tonight.
by the gloom of his surroundings,
mortal, mortar.
CHORUS

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