Luyện nghe bài hát Act Three

(Immediately afterwards, Usher enters, in a trance)
MADELINE at seven
I shall wear the flower he me
It's so here
beneath the lapping water...
The
The
My
against his shoulder,
'cross the I hear the music...
blackness,
In the lake I'm slowly...
Oh, how lovely,
could be more becoming...
Underwater,
in the icy darkness...
Count the
'May I with you this evening?'...
On the
Swans are feeding above me...
him tightly
round and round the floor we're
Breathing
I am
the sun rise
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 feel myself
Oh how
Deep the lapping water
the candles
I am I am drowning
the candles
Floating in the icy
Hold him
I can feel dissolving
Oh how
Deep beneath the water
the candles
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 with her?
Yes, it's 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 is followed by sudden coma,
sleep.
It can last a day or more,
no movement, no colour, no in the cheeks.
What, then of these dreaming visions?
USHER The recovery, ah, this is worse!
She rises and moves the house
but her still 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 like automaton
she thrusts and tears herself
her fetters,
of injury.
And so she walks and she wakes,
nothing, so week that she can
barely build up strength before she is struck again.
Month after month each attack worse the last.
Death will not long.
Her final days are past.
God,
helpless,
helpless!
MONTRESOR But what is the word her doctors?
Do they hold out no hope, nor any treatment?
USHER CHORUS
They do not
her
and cannot treat a
they do not
He does not
You're with a case
Who is her doctor,
a specialist I
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 soon
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 be the friend of Mister Usher.
I'm so to meet you, sir,
but have little to spare
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'...
At you service, and it could be, sir,
that you have need of my now...
I have Mandrake juice 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 Nature her courses.
I have poppy for the soundest of sleeps;
a pure of hemp plant
that's a warranted of worldly sorrow.
words will be believed
if perfumed by pastil,
or my elixir's
to bend the of fairest womankind.
Scheme, you, for a worldly gain?
Lust a frigid virgin?
My herbs can grant your 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!
Perhaps a poultice of Toadbane
for of the manly parts,
caused by too wine or age,
perhaps by natural indulgence...
Applied with skill, it
the fleshy passions of a corpse...
...of a
MONTRESOR I no
I no!
HERBALIST then, Good-day...
So that is Usher's idea of a doctor!
That wretched mountebank help them.
I confront face to face!
And whatever it's cause, it within this place
I breathe an atmosphere of
an alien makes my courage fail,
like the of an opium vision,
the hideous of the veil
CHORUS by a thousand doubts and fancies,
he not sleep tonight.
Chilled by the of his surroundings,
mortal, mortar.
MONTRESOR

He not sleep!
I see solutions
He not sleep!
State them and clear,
but the echoes of the House He not sleep!
'Unreason!'
The one thing I fear.
The evil that is
be undone.
The evil that will
be prevented.
The that is done
Yet somehow I must
these two souls,
be undone.
for if I cannot, who
The evil that will
are the friends
I've so dearly...
be prevented
Leave!
No! What a 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 myself 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 evil that you.
It be undone.
It be undone.
The that will come
be prevented.
End of Act