Luyện nghe bài hát Act Three

(Immediately afterwards, Usher enters, in a trance)
MADELINE Carriages at
I wear the flower he gave me
It's so here
deep the lapping water...
The
The
My
against 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 you this evening?'...
On the
Swans are feeding above me...
him tightly
round and round the floor 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
in the icy darkness
Hold him
I can myself dissolving
Oh how
Deep beneath the water
Count the
I am I am drowning
the candles
Floating in the icy
Hold him
I can feel myself
Oh how
Deep 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, what is wrong her?
USHER Yes, it's right you know,
She is dying!
I not dared to speak of it.
A chronic catalepsy had her of her youth.
I watched her waste away and could do nothing!
A period of health is by sudden coma,
sleep.
It can last a 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 mind sleeps...
You see her now a mindless
Beautiful, dead stare in sleep, unrecognising.
She speaks in dreams, sees 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 and then she wakes,
remembering nothing, so that she can
barely build up strength she is struck down again.
Month after month each worse than the last.
Death will not long.
Her final are flickering past.
God,
helpless,
helpless!
MONTRESOR But is the word from her doctors?
Do hold out no hope, nor offer any treatment?
USHER CHORUS
do not understand
her
and cannot a case
do not understand
He not understand
You're dealing 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 more of this he 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 with 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 little time to
for knowledge as mine is wanted 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 have Mandrake juice will slake any fever,
cures to you though you be an unbeliever now...
Laugh - would - at these seeds of mine.
You the cure's causes,
but Logic and do not answer,
and Nature her courses.
I have poppy for the soundest of sleeps;
a pure cake of plant
a warranted surcease of worldly sorrow.
Lying will be believed
if by this pastil,
or my elixir's
to the will of fairest womankind.
Scheme, would you, for a worldly
Lust a frigid virgin?
My herbs can your secret cravings
and my is modest!
No! No!
HERBALIST And my is modest...
No, thank you! No!
HERBALIST Oh very modest...
MONTRESOR No, no you!
No!
No you,
No!
HERBALIST a poultice of Toadbane
for weakness of the parts,
caused by too wine or age,
by over-frequent natural indulgence...
Applied with skill, it
revive the passions of a corpse...
...of a
I said no
I no!
HERBALIST then, Good-day...
MONTRESOR So 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 place
I an atmosphere of sorrow;
an alien despair makes my fail,
like the of an opium vision,
the hideous of the veil
CHORUS Tormented by a thousand and fancies,
he will not tonight.
by the gloom of his surroundings,
mortal, mortar.
MONTRESOR

He not sleep!
I see solutions
He not sleep!
State laud and clear,
but the echoes of the House He not sleep!
'Unreason!'
The one that I fear.
The evil is done
be undone.
The evil will come
be prevented.
The evil that is
Yet somehow I must
these two souls,
be undone.
for if I cannot, who
The evil will come
are the friends
I've so dearly...
cannot be
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
because it is too late it is too late,
I feel bound up in before you are bound up in
the web of fear and pain, the web of and pain,
the evil that surrounds me. the that surrounds you.
It be undone.
It be undone.
The that will come
be prevented.
End of Act