PETER HAMMILL: The Fall Of The House Of Usher |
Act One ------- 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 oblivion of her presence; a simple stage device. She cannot hide, cannot take sides. It his 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 'till 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, to 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. End of Act One Act Two ------- THE VOICES House. Wet Vaults. Caissons. We breathe... OF THE Undercroft. Abutments. Stones. Wood. Breathe... HOUSE 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 I didn't mean to interrupt... Montresor, you came! Did you think I'd ignore your letter? Montresor, you're here! Come let me help you with your coat. Sit down and rest yourself. Oh, it's so good to see you here! Now tell me all your news... I see you've changed a bit, my friend... Now won't you have a drink... Yes, yes but one thing at a time! First you must tell me what... But I expect I too have changed. How many years could it be now since last we said farewell? It must be ten years since our last meeting, Yes, it must be ten years since our last meeting since our last meeting. Tell me what is wrong? Your letter spoke of a malady; some desperate trial you could not face alone... Oh, no, you tell me all your doings! Tell me. Tell me how you pass your days how you pass your days Tell me from the beginning. from the beginning Tell me everything everything that's happened since we went our since we went our separate ways. separate ways. Look at me... I have not left these walls these three years, I do not dare to do so! I am imprisoned and fear is my gaoler. Each word I speak seems too dangerous. My slightest act could bring about the very thing I fear But fear of what? Hush, and I shall tell you... tell you... 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 Leave this House. Leave this House. Leave this House and come away. Leave this House I cannot! Leave this House! I cannot! Leave this House! Here I must stay. Here I must stay. You are wasting your time. He will never leave... I can never leave here therefore do not ask me say no more I've heard of this before and let me be I think it's called Hyperaesthesis I can never I'm no doctor but it's clear leave here your nerves have gone to pieces. therefore do your nerves have gone to pieces. not ask me. Say no more and let me be I cannot leave He cannot leave The House is I The House is he We are as one They are as one And I would die and so must die Now you must leave I He cannot leave cannot Now you must fly leave The House is he Now you must run The They are as one House is No-one will die I And so must die I cannot leave Now you must leave He cannot leave The House is I Now you must fly The House is he We are as one Now you must run and so must die and so must die No-one will die USHER MONTRESOR THE HOUSE We shall not let him go! We shall not Leave let him go! Do not torture me! this We shall not Do not try to persuade! House let him go! We shall not Leave let him go! It only brings me grief this We shall not House let him go! Leave this House We shall not I cannot leave let him go! We shall not let him go! shall not let him go! USHER MONTRESOR THE CHORUS THE HOUSE Leave this House I cannot Leave this House I cannot Leave this House Leave this House and come with me We shall not let him go. Leave this House I cannot Never, never Leave this House never! I cannot Leave this House and come with me Never! Never, never, never! Never! Never, never, never! I can never We are bound leave here together therefore do for the last time so never not ask me I entreat you He shall he shall say no more never leave never leave and let me be. We are bound together for the last time so never I entreat you He shall he shall Leave! never leave never leave. Do not talk to me Never do not try never to persuade Leave! never He shall never never leave Leave this house Oh Montresor never never I beg of you never never I can never never never leave never never I can never never never leave this house Leave this house never never I can never You are wasting never never leave this house Leave this house you time never never I can never he will never never never leave this house Leave! leave never never never! The House is I. End of Act Two Act Three --------- (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 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 my 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 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 Act Four -------- (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, come to me at night, staring at my face 'till I fell afraid. MADELINE MONTRESOR When I am better we must all holiday together as in the old days. Yes, you know how much I'd love that You would be good for us both, as good for us both as before You look so much the same! I must confess that you have changed... Do you remember? Everything. The fragile hour, the silent walk with a friend. MONTRESOR As we walk so we tread & MADELINE 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 an 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 it yet; Perhaps for the best so sure she will recover and so full of life full of life full of life, my brave my brave Madeline Madeline This House devours her so take her from this place preparing the final torment of its empty space empty space a silent, empty space silent empty space without without Madeline Madeline Madeline This is only a house my friend USHER Which, by dint of long and 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 breathing 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 but 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 MONTRESOR Don't talk of rot Stop! No rot in Usher! Stop! Roderick, try and calm yourself Just tell me why I should! this cannot do you good. These thoughts... No! are folly. No! Everything I've tried to I have tried to help you tell you, you've misunderstood I've done everything I could. Come, why should we fight this way we have enough troubles. 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 By dint of long and undisturbed endurance... we could defeat the House, my friend. VOICES OF We shall not THE HOUSE let him go! We shall not let him go! End of Act Four Act Five -------- CHORUS Late that evening the Lady Madeline again succumbed to the power of her dark afflictions. 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, That she should die so, MONTRESOR, that she should die so young, HERBALIST 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. End of Act Five Act Six ------- 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 No. It's only the THE VOICES beating of the heart, OF THE HOUSE heart of the House of Usher, beating of the heart heart of the House of Usher. USHER MONTRESOR Roderick is that you? I could not sleep Nor I. Listen to the storm! Did you ever hear such a dreadful sound? Indeed. Indeed I have! But this sound you can hear; the tempest beats upon the House as it would beat upon a drum, that is no sound to fear. For the sound to fear It beats upon the house. walk softly when they come 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 Oh the lake is Beating of the heart, in frenzy, I heart of the House can feel the waves of Usher beat on the walls Beating of the heart The breaking of the heart! heart of the House These giant stones of Usher. are trembling Beating of the heart the savage lashing heart of the House of the storm of Usher. The breaking of the heart! Beating of the heart heart of the House of Usher Why is that other sound The House not hidden by of Usher echoes of the storm? shall stand. The House But understand we only of Usher hear the House shall stand Speaking of a storm The House This is the storm itself! of Usher shall stand. The House of Usher The House of Usher 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 In the greenest of our valleys Palace) 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 Wait! Did you hear it? What was it? It's nothing. What was that distant sound? I say, I heard nothing 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 No! There's something, I heard it quite clear, a voice crying. It's nothing I say but the wind! You heard the wind, just heard Within the House! the wild wind crying. 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 There! Yes, you heard it! There is someone else - There's nothing something else I say, down there! You hear nothing! There's no-one there. 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 - 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 No, what a House Monstrous thought! We Now the punishment breath! is finished. The evil that House You said is done we are! she was dead... cannot be We You watched undone. could not her dying! It's over now It's over now What evil have let you done? It could not be prevented them go! God, what a monstrous thought! It's over now It's over now. We The evil that Why must innocence is done could be punished? Could this have not been prevented? It's over now It's over now The evil that The evil that We is done... is done could not could not be prevented let could this have could never been prevented? be prevented them go! I dare not could this have it could not I dared not speak! been prevented? be prevented! Madman! Madman! I tell you that she now stands outside the door! USHER MADELINE MONTRESOR CHORUS I'm looking Now, No, Madeline! Madeline! I have counted to a hundred with my eyes closed and I'm coming I am the last now to find you... Leave! of the Usher! Depart! my sister's death Go! shall leave me so. Where are you It's over now hiding? I am If I wasn't so the last afraid I'd Usher Roderick touch her Leave! I feel where are you? It's over now Depart! the sky I see. Go! Now he sings of death, the evil the evil some things even that is done that is one I feel madder cannot be cannot be the sky undone undone moan shuts himself away the evil the evil to join shuts himself away that is come that is come with the slime! He shut could not could not himself away! be prevented. be prevented. AS THE HOUSE FALLS THE VOICES beams buttresses plaster copings We We OF THE corbels bressumers quoins chimney- breath are HOUSE joists arches wainscot shafts We rise Usher kin-posts piers stairs parapets ridge-ribs spandrels banister pediments struts columns cusps mansard stanchions cornices gargoyle king-posts eaves End of Act Six