Act Three Lyrics - Hammill Peter

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(immediately afterwards madeline usher enters in a trance)madeline carriages at seven i shall wear the flower he gave me it's so cold here deep beneath the lapping water... the water the water my love head against his shoulder 'cross the lawn i hear the music... silent blackness in the lake i'm sinking slowly... oh how lovely nothing could be more becoming... underwater floating in the icy darkness... count the candles 'may i dance with you this evening?'... on the surface swans are feeding high above me... hold him tightly round and round the floor we're spinning breathing water i am drowning watch the sun rise driving home across the meadows... all is darkness i can feel myself dissolving the water the water the darkness the darkness my love head against his shoulder floating in the icy darkness hold him tightly i can feel myself dissolving oh how lovely deep beneath the lapping water count the candles i am drowning i am drowning count the candles floating in the icy darkness hold him tightly i can feel myself dissolving oh how lovely deep beneath the lapping water count the candles i am drowning oh how lovely i am drowning i am drowning oh how lovely oh how lovely oh how lovelymontresor stop madeline look at me! my god man what is wrong with her?usher yes it's right you should know she is dying! i have not dared to speak of it. a chronic catalepsy had drained her of her youth. i have watched her waste away and could do nothing! a period of health is followed by sudden coma death-like sleep. it can last a full day or more no movement no colour no flame in the cheeks.montresor what then of these dreaming visions?usher the recovery ah this is even worse! she rises and moves about the house but her mind still sleeps... you see her now a mindless ghost: beautiful dead eyes stare in sleep unrecognising. she speaks in dreams sees only dreams she haunts the house in hideous sleepwalking and may not be restrained for like some automaton she tirelessly thrusts and tears herself against her fetters heedless of injury. and so she walks and then she wakes remembering nothing so week that she can barely build up strength before she is struck down again. month after month each attack worse than the last. death will not wait long. her final days are flickering past. dear god helpless helpless!montresor but what is the word from her doctors? do they hold out no hope nor offer any treatment?usher montresor chorusthey do not understandher caseand cannot treat a casethey do not understand he does not understand you're dealing with a case who is her doctor a specialist i trust?yes indeed one ofthe foremost rank you're dealing with a case then he will help hermontresor oh yesno more of this he surely must you do not understandnowno more talk he does notof cures please understandor of doctor.i bless you concernbut know that shewill walk no more tonight.when she wakes soonshe will need my care.i must be there sodear friend goodnight. (usher exits with madeline leaving montresor alone. the herbalist enters)the herbalist good evening sir. and you must be the friend of mister usher. i'm so pleased to meet you sir but have little time to spare for knowledge such as mine is wanted everywhere. in poor dwellings yes but some as great as usher's. my card...montresor 'j. ducrow esq. herbalist doctor of natural medicine'...herbalist at you service and it could be sir that you have need of my panaceas now... i have mandrake juice that will slake any fever cures to convince you though you be an unbeliever now... laugh - would you? - at these seeds of mine. you question the cure's causes but logic and reason do not answer and nature runs her courses. i have purest poppy for the soundest of sleeps; a pure cake of hemp plant that's a warranted surcease of worldly sorrow. lying words will be believed if perfumed by this pastil or my elixir's guaranteed to bend the will of fairest womankind. scheme would you for a worldly gain? lust after a frigid virgin? my herbs can grant your secret cravings and my price is modest!montresor no! no!herbalist and my price is modest...montresor no thank you! no!herbalist oh it's very modest...montresor no no thank you! no! no thank you no!herbalist perhaps a poultice of toadbane for weakness of the manly parts caused by too much wine or age perhaps by over-frequent natural indulgence... applied with skill it will revive the fleshy passions of a corpse... ...of a corpsemontresor i said no i meant no!herbalist well then good-day...montresor so that is usher's idea of a doctor! that wretched mountebank can't help them. i confront madness face to face! and whatever it's cause it lies within this place i breathe an atmosphere of sorrow; an alien despair makes my courage fail like the collapse of an opium vision the hideous dropping of the veilchorus tormented by a thousand doubts and fancies he will not sleep tonight. chilled by the gloom of his surroundings mortal half-dead mortar.montresor chorus he will not sleep!i see simple solutions he will not sleep!state them laud and clearbut the echoes of the house he will not sleep!shout 'unreason!'the one thing that i fear. the evil that is done cannot be undone. the evil that will come cannot be prevented. the evil that is doneyet somehow i must helpthese two tormented souls cannot be undone.for if i cannot who will? the evil that will comethese are the friendsi've loved so dearly... cannot be prevented leave!no! what a monstrous thought! depart!how could i even think of it! go!abandon those who have need of me! leave!oh but what a temptation depart!to run like a thief in the night go!and yet now i cannotbecause it is too late before it is too latei feel myself bound up in before you are bound up inthe web of fear and pain the web of fear and painthe evil that surrounds me. the evil that surrounds you. it cannot be undone. it cannot be undone. the evil that will come cannot be prevented. end of act three

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