[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.