Luyện nghe bài hát Act Three

(Immediately afterwards, Madeline enters, in a trance)
MADELINE at seven
I shall the flower he gave me
so cold here
deep the lapping water...
The
The
My
Head his shoulder,
'cross the I hear the music...
blackness,
In the I'm sinking slowly...
Oh, how lovely,
nothing be more becoming...
Underwater,
in the icy darkness...
Count the
'May I with you this evening?'...
On the
Swans are feeding above me...
Hold him
round and round the floor we're
Breathing
I am
the sun rise
driving home the meadows...
All is
I can feel myself
The
The
The
The
My
Head against his
in the icy darkness
Hold him
I can feel myself
Oh how
Deep beneath the lapping
Count the
I am I am drowning
the candles
Floating in the icy
him tightly
I can feel myself
Oh how
Deep the lapping water
Count the
I am
Oh how
I am I am drowning
Oh how
Oh how
Oh how
Stop, Madeline, look at me!
My god, man, is wrong with 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 waste and could do nothing!
A of health 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, is even worse!
She rises and moves the house
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 automaton
she tirelessly thrusts and herself
her fetters,
of injury.
And so she walks and she wakes,
remembering nothing, so week she can
build up strength before she is struck down again.
Month after month attack worse than the last.
will not wait long.
Her final are flickering past.
God,
helpless,
helpless!
MONTRESOR But what is the from her doctors?
Do they hold out no hope, nor offer any
USHER MONTRESOR
They do not
her
and treat a case
they do not
He does not
You're dealing a case
Who is her doctor,
a I trust?
Yes indeed, one of
the rank
You're
with a
he will help her,
oh, yes,
no more of this he surely You do not understand
now
no more talk He not
of cures, please,
Or of doctor.
I you concern,
but know she
walk no more tonight.
When she wakes
she will my care.
I be there, so,
friend, goodnight.
(Usher exits Madeline, leaving Montresor alone. The Herbalist enters)
THE Good evening, sir.
And you be the friend of Mister Usher.
I'm so pleased to you, sir,
but have time 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,
you have need of my panaceas now...
I have Mandrake that will slake any fever,
cures to convince you you be an unbeliever now...
Laugh - you? - at these seeds of mine.
You the cure's causes,
but Logic and do not answer,
and Nature her courses.
I have purest poppy for the soundest of
a cake of hemp plant
that's a warranted surcease of sorrow.
words will be believed
if by this pastil,
or my elixir's
to bend the of fairest womankind.
Scheme, would you, for a gain?
Lust after a frigid
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,
caused by too much or age,
perhaps by natural indulgence...
with skill, it will
revive the fleshy of a corpse...
...of a
MONTRESOR I no
I no!
HERBALIST then, Good-day...
MONTRESOR So that is idea of a doctor!
That wretched mountebank can't them.
I madness face to face!
And whatever it's cause, it lies within place
I breathe an atmosphere of
an despair 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.
by the gloom 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 that is done
be undone.
The evil that will
be prevented.
The that is done
Yet somehow I 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 I even think of it!
Go!
Abandon who have 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 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 evil that come
be prevented.
End of Act