(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.
    
So Long Farewell Goodbye lyrics

(Scotty Morris)
So long my friends, farewell goodbye
I'd love to stay an play and sing for awhile,
but it's time to hit the road and say goodbye
So long farewell goodbye
Goodbye to my friends I'm glad you were here
It's time for us to go and get another beer
Well I'd like to see your smiling faces again
so goodbye my friends bye-bye
Thank you for the open invitation
your kind applause and adulation,
but look at the time lord we got to fly
so long farewell baby bye-bye
Hey there now friends, it's time to go,
but we'll return and do another show
When we come back drop in and say hi
So long farewell bye-bye
So long farewell baby bye-bye,
and now we're leaving with tears in our eyes
We'll be back soon so don't you cry
So long farewell bye-bye
 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    CHORUS
They do not understand
her case
and cannot treat a case
they do not understand
             He does not understand
             You're dealing with a case
       Who is her doctor,
       a specialist I trust?
Yes indeed, one of
the foremost rank
             You're dealing
             with a case
       Then he will help her,
Montresor     oh, yes,
no more of this   he surely must   You do not understand
now
no more talk          He does not
of cures, please,         understand
Or of doctor.
I bless you concern,
but know that she
will walk no more tonight.
When she wakes soon
she will need m
Metal Blue lyrics

Maybe get on that roof for a while
Lately I seem to run out of smile
Faces and places and a can of fresh water
In metal blue and all this song is about you
When I turn my head and you take a slice
See you sucking on a block of ice
Look at this form it's so long
And the colour is pale and torn
Well impression train
Like a kick into my vein
Metal blue
And all this sound's around you
On the top of this pen
I see this shivering sin
No need no ticket
To travel to you
Too loo loo loo
Look at this form it's so long
And the colour is pale and torn
y care.
I must be there, so,
dear 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 corpse
MONTRESOR  I said no
     I meant no!
HERBALIST  
Taste My Love lyrics

written by C. Dennis/D. Poku
copyright 1990 EMI Songs
Love had me searching through a menu of men
Arms reaching out to every stranger I met
Then you get that feeling
You try to turn your back
What's the use refusing the love you lack
No-one knows it better than you and I
Take the hunch and we can kiss our past goodbye
Taste my love you don't know what you're missing
Taste my love it makes you feel so good
Taste my love created for the wishes of a hungry heart
Nothing you can do my love's for you
Pride had me hiding in the tears of my life
Small wonder I never covered that tram line
Then you get that feeling
Pretend it's just not real
What's the use refusing the chance you need
No-one knows it better than you and I
Take the hunch and we can kiss our past goodbye
Taste my love you don't know what you're missing
Taste my love it makes you feel so good
Tast
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 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

          He will not sleep!
I see simple solutions
          He will not sleep!
State them laud and clear,
but 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 done
Yet somehow I must help
these two tormented souls,
          cannot be undone.
for if I cannot, who will?
          The evil that will come
These are the friends
I'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 cannot
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.
          It cannot be undone.
          It cannot be undone.
          The evil that will come
          cannot be prevented.
        End of Act Three