(The road to the House of Usher)
THE CHORUS
The chorus has often an unenviable role to play, often a distasteful
task to perform:
summoned as witness to uncounted crime, she's the silent accomplice
of all,
then she turns and comments on the action.
She hears...observes, but must never betray her emotions.
She moves...unseen, the characters oblivious of her presence; a
simple stage device.
She cannot hide, cannot take sides.
It is her curse that she must stay and comment on the action...
A young man named Montresor lately received an urgent letter from a
dear friend of childhood,
Roderick Usher by name,
in which his friend begged him to come with all speed to the family
seat.
So, during the whole of a dull, dark and soundless day in the autumn
of the year,
when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens,
he had been passing through a singularly dreary tract of country
'til he found himself, as the shades of night drew on,
within view of the melancholy house of Usher.
MONTRESOR
That must be the house. There is no other within many miles.
But surely not...it's just an empty shell, devoid of life;
a sterile outcrop of stone amid the mire.
But there can be no doubt, this is the house!
And yet it looks so dark, so forbidding, so dead.
That great crumbling facade, windows just like vacant eyes
that peer upon the stagnant, glistening blackness of the lake...
I have never seen anything like it!
The gloom, the rotting dankness of the place...
It must be my imagination, the darkness and the cold...
Yet still, far beneath the plane of thought and quite against my
will,
my heart begins to tremble in mad anticipation of the House
and I am forced to recognise a consciousness of fear;
a cold and senseless fear,
nameless, formless, chilling to the bone...
No, it's just the leaden air that makes me forget myself, the weather
and the dusk.
This must be all that sets my teeth on edge and the hairs at the nape
of my neck to attention.
And what of his sister?
This does not speak of her
but I understand she, too, lives with him here in the House of
Usher,
home of the family for five hundred years or more.
It's a strange place, a strange house, an even stranger clan;
all either saints or mad, not an ordinary man among them;
geniuses all...
But, all time-honoured as it is,
the Usher race has put forth no enduring branch.
And so from sire to son, from sire to son
the patrimony and the name have been passed.
Through all their ancestry no cousins, aunts of bastards
disturb the singular symmetry of the family tree.
Well then, so I am here; I have come; and it is too late, too dark to
run.
But what a chilling sight, this palace crouching in the night...
Ah, there! A light!
I am awaited; I am expected;
I shall not disappoint my friend.
(Within the House of Usher)
THE VOICES OF THE HOUSE
House. Wet Vaults. Caissons. We breathe...
Undercroft. Abutments. Stones. Wood. Breathe...
Buttresses. Bressumers. Spandrels. We Breathe...
Columns and Pillars. Shafts. Arches. Capitals. Breathe.....
We breathe. We are waiting.
We rise. We are waiting.
We are Usher. House of Usher.
Pilasters. Quoins. Piers.
Spandrels and columns that shaft through the years. House of
Usher.
Wainscots. Stairs. Balusters. Cusps and Cornices.
Spandrels and Columns the capital years. House of Usher.
We breathe. We are waiting
We rise. We are waiting.
We are Usher. House of Usher.
Beams. Corbels. Joists. Kingposts. Copings and Chimney-shafts.
Ridge-ribs. Struts. Stanchions. Parapets. Pediments. Mansards and
Gargoyles.
The eaves. The dripping eaves...
Cupola. Finials. Gables. Tiles. Lead...
We breathe. We are waiting.
We rise. We are waiting.
We are Usher. House of Usher.
We are Keystone. We are Usher.
RODERICK USHER ("The
Sleeper")
The lady sleeps... oh, may her sleep
which is enduring so be deep!
Heaven hold her in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
this bed for one of melancholy.
I pray to God that she may lie
forever with unopened eye
while the dim, sheeted ghosts go by.
My love, she sleeps. Oh, may her sleep
as it is lasting so be deep!
Soft may the worms around her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
now may some tall vault enfold her;
some vault that oft hath flung its black
and winged panels fluttering back
triumphant o'er the crested palls
of her grand family funerals.....
USHER |
MONTRESOR |
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I didn't mean to interrupt... |
Montresor, you came! |
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Did you think I'd ignore your letter? |
Montresor, you're here! |
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Yes, yes |
But I expect I too have changed. |
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It must be ten years |
Yes, it must be ten years |
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since our last meetiing. |
since our last meeting. |
Oh, no, you tell me all your doings! |
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Tell me. |
Tell me |
how you pass your days |
Tell me |
from the beginning |
Tell me |
everything |
Look at me... |
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But fear of what? |
Hush, and I shall tell you... |
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USHER
I shun the light,
creep in the gloom like a toad, a white worm,
tortured by the faintest gleam of sun.
I hear...
oh God, if you could only know the things I hear!
I hear the lake sucking at the walls,
I hear bats breathing
I hear the sky moan to join with the slime!
And this,
all this like thunder to me,
like thunder!
My senses scream at me:
Sight... Touch... Sight... Touch...
Sound and Taste... Sound and Scent,
All torment and claw at my sanity.
There is no hiding place for me,
for even in the quietest of my rooms, I hear the walls in
conversation;
I hear the palpitations of my heart;
I feel all that lives and does not move and know it knows my
feeling.
My only peace lies in my music
and then only because it drowns out all other sounds and souls...
You may think that I am mad, but it is not so.
My senses reel beneath the blow of feathers falling
and more...
But no, I see you do not understand.
MONTRESOR
Oh, my poor dear friend, you must see you are not well.
I've read of this before, I think it's called Hyperaesthesis.
I'm no doctor, but it's clear your nerves have gone to pieces.
You need to get away,
you need a holiday,
you need a change of air!
You need an ocean cruise,
you need to be amused!
I tell you plain, this House to me seems most unhealthy.
You're unattached, you're free to go, you're wealthy.
USHER |
MONTRESOR |
THE CHORUS |
THE HOUSE |
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Leave this House. |
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I cannot! |
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Leave this House! |
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I cannot! |
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Leave this House! |
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Here I must stay. |
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You are wasting |
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I can never |
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say no more |
I've heard of this before |
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and let me be |
I think it's called Hyperaesthesis |
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I can never |
I'm no doctor but it's clear |
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leave here |
your nerves have gone to pieces |
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therefore do |
your nerves have gone to pieces. |
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not ask me. |
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Say no more |
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He cannot leave |
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The House is I |
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The House is he |
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We are as one |
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They are as one |
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And I would die |
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and so must die |
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Now you must leave |
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I |
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He cannot leave |
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cannot |
Now you must fly |
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leave |
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The House is he |
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Now you must run |
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They are as one |
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House is |
No-one will die |
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And so must die |
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I cannot leave |
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Now you must leave |
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He cannot leave |
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The House is I |
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Now you must fly |
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The House is he |
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We are as one |
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Now you must run |
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and so must die |
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and so must die |
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No-one will die |
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We shall |
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We shall not |
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Leave |
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let him go! |
Do not torture me! |
this |
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We shall not |
Do not try to persuade! |
House |
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let him go! |
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We shall not |
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Leave |
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let him go! |
It only brings me grief |
this |
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We shall not |
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House |
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let him go! |
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Leave this House |
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We shall not |
I cannot leave |
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let him go! |
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We shall not |
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Leave this House |
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I cannot |
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Leave this House |
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I cannot |
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Leave this House |
Leave this House |
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and come with me |
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We shall not |
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Leave this House |
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I cannot |
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Never, never |
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Leave this House |
never! |
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I cannot |
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Leave this House |
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and come with me |
Never! |
Never, never, |
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never! |
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Never! |
Never, never, |
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never! |
I can never |
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We are bound |
leave here |
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together |
therefore do |
for the last time |
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so never |
not ask me |
I entreat you |
He shall |
he shall |
say no more |
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never leave |
never leave |
and let me be. |
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We are bound |
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together |
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for the last time |
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so never |
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I entreat you |
He shall |
he shall |
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Leave! |
never leave |
never leave. |
Do not |
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talk to me |
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Never |
do not try |
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never |
to persuade |
Leave! |
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never |
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He shall |
never |
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never leave |
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Leave this house |
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Oh Montresor |
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never never |
I beg of you |
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never never |
I can |
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never never |
never leave |
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never never |
I can never |
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never never |
leave this house |
Leave this house |
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never never |
I can never |
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You are wasting |
never never |
leave this house |
Leave this house |
your time |
never never |
I can never |
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he will never |
never never |
leave this house |
Leave! |
leave |
never never |
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never! |
The House |
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is I. |
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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 lovely
MONTRESOR
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 weak 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 |
CHORUS |
They do not understand |
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He does not understand |
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Who is her doctor, |
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Yes indeed, one of |
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You're dealing |
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Then he will help her, |
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Montresor |
oh, yes, |
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no more of this |
he surely must |
you do not understand |
now |
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no more talk |
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He does not |
of cures, please, |
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understand |
or of doctors. |
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(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 corpse
MONTRESOR
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 its 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
veil
CHORUS
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 |
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He will not sleep! |
I see simple solutions, |
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He will not sleep! |
state them loud and clear, |
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but the echoes of the House |
He will not sleep! |
shout 'Unreason!' |
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The evil that is done |
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The evil that is done |
Yet somehow I must help |
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cannot be undone. |
for if I cannot, who will? |
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The evil that will come |
These are the friends |
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cannot be prevented |
No! What a monstrous thought! |
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Depart! |
How could I even think of it! |
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Go! |
Abandon those who have need of me! |
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Leave! |
Oh, but what a temptation, |
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Depart! |
to run like a thief in the night, |
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Go! |
And yet now I cannot |
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because it is too late, |
Before it is too late, |
I feel myself bound up in |
before you are bound up in |
the web of fear and pain, |
the web of fear and pain, |
the evil that surrounds me. |
the evil that surrounds you. |
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It cannot be undone, |
(The following morning)
MADELINE
That must be Montresor...
Good morning! Oh, how lovely to see you -
since Roderick told me you were coming
I have been so excited.
Now you are here, all will be well once more.
I was not here last night to greet you,
you must think me ill-mannered,
but sadly I am not enjoying the good health I used to...
MONTRESOR
Yes,
Madeline, I must confess it's hard finding words
that say what I feel...
MADELINE
Oh, Montresor, you're being solemn and it's all quite uncalled
for.
I feel quite sure I'm growing stronger
and the doctor agrees with me -
so you see all will be well once more.
Five years ago we were a very different family,
but how things change!
Roderick and I were both living abroad when father died.
We both returned from Florence to take up Roderick's inheritance.
The House was dark and so full of sadness.
But you know my brother and how sensitive he is.
He lives in the music of his wild melodies.
Now as time went by so his songs grew sadder,
now he never smiled as he played.
Now he sings of death and some things even madder;
shuts himself away, brooding to himself, comes to me at night,
staring at my face 'till I feel afraid.
MADELINE |
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When I am better we must all holiday together |
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as in the old days. |
Yes, you know |
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how much I'd love that. |
You would be good for us both, |
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You look so much the same! |
I must confess that you have changed... |
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Do you remember? |
Everything. |
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The fragile hour, |
MONTRESOR & MADELINE
As we walk so we tread
on the words left unsaid
I can't say them no matter how hard I try.
We chatter on, then the moment's gone,
the one for which I've hoped
and I've prayed and I've planned.
Stop the clock's advance!
I need a second chance,
I need that second's glance
when my hand touched you hand.
I'd take you in my arms and say 'I love you'
but it won't come back to me.
It's over now,
it's over now,
it's over now, you see.
If I hadn't been afraid to touch you
would you have been afraid to fall in love with me?
Would it be over?
Would it be over now?
Perhaps it wouldn't be.
And each hour limits choice
in so gentle a voice
'till the hour that we realise no choice remains.
So we await
just one chance to cheat our fate,
but then if we hesitate
we lose the power to act at all.
For once that moment's past
we simply stand aghast
as life rolls to disaster
and we stand and watch it fall.
I'd take you in my arms and say 'I love you'
but I think we both agree.
It's over now,
it's over now, you see.
It's over now,
it's over now, you see.
If I hadn't been afraid to touch you
would you have been afraid to fall in love with me?
Would it be over?
Would it be over now?
Perhaps it wouldn't be.
If I hadn't been afraid to touch you
would you have been afraid to fall in love with me?
Would it be over?
Would it be over now?
The way it seems to be.
(Madeline exits as Usher enters)
USHER |
MONTRESOR |
Yes, she does not know yet; |
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Perhaps for the best |
so sure she will recover |
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and so full of life |
full of life |
full of life, |
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my brave |
my brave |
Madeline |
Madeline |
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This House devours her |
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so take her from this place |
preparing the final torment |
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of its empty space |
empty space |
a silent, empty space |
silent empty space |
without |
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without |
Madeline |
Madeline |
Madeline |
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This is only a house my friend |
USHER
Which, by dint of long an undisturbed endurance,
by its mere form and substance,
has obtained an influence, a silent yet importunate and terrifying
hold
which, for centuries,
has moulded the destiny of my family and now makes of me whatever it
is I am.
The House is Usher and Usher is the House: the two are
indivisible.
It was born with us, prospered with us, suffered too.
And it will, in some way, die with us, soon.
I am the last of the Usher,
mine is the last drop of Usher blood,
The last of the Usher!
The House has told me in midnight breathings from my chamber
walls,
the House has told me in the secret murmur of the stones that none
can hear save I.
I am the last of the Usher,
my sister's death shall leave me so;
I am the last of the Usher,
so in Usher's House I will wait alone.
MONTRESOR
Roderick, this is nightmare talk.
Come back with me, both of you, while you're yet able.
You can't stay here and rot!
USHER
There will be no rot!
No rot in Usher!
We have lived with thunder, and with thunder shall we fall!
MONTRESOR
I cannot make you come but hear what I say.
Send Madeline with me to some healthy place.
USHER
No rot! No rot in Usher!
We have lived by lightning and by lightning shall we fall!
No slide into slow decay,
no shrivelling splendour
no gradual ebbing away,
no quiet surrender!
No rot! No rot in Usher!
We have lived as Titans and as Titans we must fall!
USHER |
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Don't talk of rot |
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Stop! |
No rot in Usher! |
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Stop! |
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Roderick, try and calm yourself |
Just tell me why I should! |
this cannot do you good. |
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These thoughts... |
No! |
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No! |
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Everything I've tried to |
I have tried to help you |
tell you, you've misunderstood |
I've done everything I could. |
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Come, why should we fight |
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What was it we used to say? |
What was it we used to say? |
A problem shared is doubled! |
A problem shared is doubled! |
Ushers do not flee! |
Ushers to not flee! |
Montresors stand firm! |
Montresors stand firm! |
So we stand together, |
So we stand together, |
stand together |
stand together |
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we could defeat the House, |
VOICES OF THE HOUSE
We shall not
let him go!
We shall not let him go!
(Dawn the next day)
CHORUS
Late that evening the Lady Madeline
again succumbed to the power
of her dark affliction.
Her brother and her friend sat by her
and Montresor, although familiar with many
of the gross and wonderful
phenomena of morbid flesh
marvelled at the depth and completeness of her coma.
Life so exactly mirroring death that only the merest of involuntary
pulses
betrayed the presence of a Spirit hiding within.
In the cold hours before dawn they broke their vigil
and Montresor retired to a restless sleep
only to be woken as a grey light spread from the east
across the leaden tarn.
(Usher and the Herbalist enter)
USHER
Montresor,
she is dead.
She is dead,
I sat by her,
I watched her;
I am alone.
USHER, MONTRESOR, HERBALIST
That she should die so,
that she should die so young,
fate is cruel, fate is hard.
Why must innocence be punished?
Need a flower fall so fast?
Why must innocence be punished?
Was her soul too good to last?
Now the punishment is finished
And the fever... the fever called 'Living'...
that fever's conquered at last.
USHER
Will you do something for me?
MONTRESOR
With all my heart
USHER
I wish my sister to be entombed
in one of the vaults beneath the House.
The family burial ground is remote,
to lead her cortege there would require a strength of will I do not
command.
Will you help me bear her?
MONTRESOR
Of course, of course I will...
USHER
Come then, before I fully realise my loss.
(Three days later)
CHORUS
Three endless days of bitter grief passed
and Montresor abandoned any attempt to cheer his friend.
Then came a sudden change in Usher's
demeanour, whose significance he was soon to comprehend.
Now Usher stands for hour on hour
with head inclined and eyes half-closed, as if beneath the deep and
sullen silence
a sound exists for which he listens; a sound without end.
Now Usher walks for hour on hour.
With ashen face and trembling step, he climbs each stair,
he climbs each tower; still hears it there.
CHORUS AND THE VOICES OF THE HOUSE
No. It's only the
beating of the heart,
heart of the House of Usher,
beating of the heart,
heart of the House of Usher.
USHER |
MONTRESOR |
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Roderick is that you? |
I could not sleep. |
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Nor I. |
Indeed. |
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It beats upon the house. |
walk softly when they come |
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The thunder seems so near |
But it's only the |
But it's only the |
beating of the heart, |
beating of the heart, |
heart of the House of Usher. |
heart of the House of Usher. |
USHER |
MONTRESOR |
VOICES OF THE HOUSE |
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Oh the lake is |
Beating of the heart, |
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in frenzy, I |
heart of the House |
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can feel the waves |
of Usher, |
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beat on the walls |
Beating of the heart |
The breaking of the heart! |
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heart of the House |
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These giant stones |
of Usher. |
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are trembling in |
Beating of the heart |
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the savage lashing |
heart of the House |
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of the storm. |
of Usher. |
The breaking of the heart! |
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Beating of the heart |
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heart of the House |
Why is that other sound |
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The House |
not hidden by |
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of Usher |
echoes of the storm? |
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shall stand. |
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The House |
But understand we only |
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of Usher |
hear the House |
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shall stand. |
Speaking of a storm. |
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The House |
This is the storm itself! |
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of Usher |
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shall stand. |
MONTRESOR
We've seen enough, I'll close the window.
The gale is chill and grows yet stronger.
These walls are shaking!
You shall play something for me;
you shall play and I shall listen,
so we will pass away this dreadful night.
USHER
Yes I shall play,
yes, I shall play!
("The Haunted Palace")
In the greenest of our valleys
by good angels tenanted
once a fair and stately palace -
radiant palace - reared its head.
In the monarch, Thought's dominion
like a jewel it stood there.
Never seraph spread a pinion
over fabric half so fair.
Wanderers in that happy valley
through two luminous windows saw
spirits moving musically
to a lute's well-tuned law,
round about a throne where sitting,
side by side with his fair queen,
in state his glory well befitting,
the ruler of the realm was seen.
USHER |
MONTRESOR |
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Wait! |
It's nothing. |
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What was that |
I say, I heard nothing |
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All with pearl and ruby glowing
was the glorious palace door
through which came flowing, flowing,
flowing and sparkling evermore
a troop of echoes, whose sweet duty
night and day was but to sing
in voices of surpassing beauty
the wit and wisdom of their king.
USHER |
MONTRESOR |
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No! |
It's nothing |
a voice crying. |
I say |
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just heard |
Within the House! |
the wild wind crying. |
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But evil things, in robes of sorrow
assailed the monarch's high estate;
let us mourn, for never morrow
dawn upon him, desolate;
round about his home the glory
that had always blushed and bloomed
is but a dim-remembered story
of the olden time entombed.
USHER |
MONTRESOR |
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There! |
There's nothing |
something else |
I say, |
down there! |
You hear nothing! |
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It is the storm |
Are we |
that you hear. |
alone here? |
Travellers now within that valley
through red-litten windows see
vast forms that move fantastically
to a discordant melody
while like a rapid, ghastly river
through the ever open door
a hideous throng rush out forever
and laugh - but smile no more!
And laugh - but smile no more!
And laugh - but smile no more!
USHER
No! No! No!
Yes, I hear it! Yes, I have heard it
long, long - many minutes, many hours, but I dared not speak:
I tell you I dared not speak.
No more cant from you,
you thick-skinned obtuse fool, damn your compassion!
For now I say you will hear the wicked truth
We put her living in the tomb!
But I dared not, I dared not speak!
Yes, have I not heard her footsteps on the stair?
Yes, do I not distinguish the heavy and horrible beating of her
heart?
Yes, she is coming.
She has woken in the darkness, in her mindless, relentless
strength.
Now she has broken from the tomb.
Now she has burst from the tomb.
Days ago I heard her first feeble movements in the hollow coffin
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said I not that my senses were acute?
I heard the scraping, the scraping of her nails - but I dared not, I
dared not speak!
Madman! Madman!
I tell you that she now comes towards the door!
USHER |
MONTRESOR |
CHORUS |
VOICES OF THE HOUSE |
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No, what a |
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House |
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Monstrous thought! |
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We |
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Now the punishment |
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breathe! |
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is finished. |
The evil that |
House |
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You said |
is done |
we are! |
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she was dead... |
cannot be |
We |
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You watched |
undone. |
could not |
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her dying! |
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It's over now |
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It's over now |
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What evil have |
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let |
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you done? |
It could not |
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be prevented |
them go! |
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God, what a |
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It's over now |
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It's over now. |
We |
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The evil that |
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Why must innocence |
is done |
could |
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be punished? |
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Could this have |
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not |
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been prevented? |
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It's over now |
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It's over now |
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The evil that |
The evil that |
We |
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is done... |
is done |
could not |
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could not |
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be prevented |
let |
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could this have |
could never |
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been prevented? |
be prevented |
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them go! |
I dare not |
could this have |
it could not |
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I dared not speak! |
been prevented? |
be prevented! |
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Madman! |
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USHER |
MADELINE |
MONTRESOR |
CHORUS |
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I'm looking |
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Now, |
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No, |
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Madeline! |
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Madeline! |
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I have counted |
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I am the last |
now to find you... |
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Leave! |
of the Usher! |
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Depart! |
my sister's death |
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Go! |
shall leave me so. |
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Where are you |
It's over now |
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hiding? |
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I am |
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If I wasn't so |
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the last |
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afraid I'd |
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Usher |
Roderick |
touch her |
Leave! |
I feel |
where are you? |
It's over now |
Depart! |
the sky |
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I see. |
Go! |
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Now he sings |
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of death, |
the evil |
the evil |
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some things even |
that is done |
that is one |
I feel |
madder |
cannot be |
cannot be |
the sky |
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undone |
undone |
moan |
shuts himself away |
the evil |
the evil |
to join |
shuts himself away |
that is come |
that is come |
with the slime! |
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He shut |
could not |
could not |
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himself away! |
be prevented. |
be prevented. |
THE VOICES OF THE HOUSE
beams |
buttresses |
plaster |
copings |
We |
We |
corbels |
bressumers |
quoins |
chimney- |
breath |
are |
joists |
arches |
wainscot |
shafts |
We rise |
Usher |
king-posts |
piers |
stairs |
parapets |
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ridge-ribs |
spandrels |
banister |
pediments |
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struts |
columns |
cusps |
mansard |
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stanchions |
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cornices |
gargoyle |
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king-posts |
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eaves |
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