The Masque Of Queen Bersabe: A Miracle-play Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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KING DAVIDA
Knights mine all that be in hallB
I have a counsel to you allB
Because of this thing God lets fallB
Among us for a signC
For some days hence as I did eatD
From kingly dishes my good meatD
There flew a bird between my feetD
As red as any wineC
This bird had a long bill of redE
And a gold ring above his headE
Long time he sat and nothing saidE
Put softly down his neck and fedE
From the gilt patens fineC
And as I marvelled at the lastF
He shut his two keen ey n fastF
And suddenly woxe big and brastF
Ere one should tell to nineC
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PRIMUS MILESG
Sir note this that I will sayH
That Lord who maketh corn with hayH
And morrows each of yesterdayH
He hath you in his handF
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SECUNDUS MILES Paganus quidamI
By Satan I hold no such thingJ
For if wine swell within a kingJ
Whose ears for drink are hot and ringJ
The same shall dream of wine bibbingJ
Whilst he can lie or standF
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QUEEN BERSABEK
Peace now lords for Godis headF
Ye chirk as starlings that be fedF
And gape as fishes newly deadF
The devil put your bones to bedF
Lo this is all to sayH
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SECUNDUS MILESG
By Mahound lords I have good willL
This devil s bird to wring and spillL
For now meseems our game goes illL
Ye have scant hearts to playH
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TERTIUS MILESG
Lo sirs this word is there saidF
That Urias the knight is deadF
Through some ill craft by Poulis headF
I doubt his blood hath made so redF
This bird that flew from the queen s bedF
Whereof ye have such fearM
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KING DAVIDF
Yea my good knave and is it saidF
That I can raise men from the deadF
By God I think to have his headF
Who saith words of my lady s bedF
For any thief to hearN
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Et percutiat eum in capiteF
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QUEEN BERSABEK
I wis men shall spit at meI
And say it were but right for theeI
That one should hang thee on a treeI
Ho it were a fair thing to seeI
The big stones bruise her false bodyI
Fie who shall see her deadF
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KING DAVIDF
I rede you have no fear of thisO
For as ye wot the first good kissO
I had must be the last of hisP
Now are ye queen of mine I wisO
And lady of a house that isP
Full rich of meat and breadF
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PRIMUS MILESG
I bid you make good cheer to beI
So fair a queen as all men seeI
And hold us for your lieges freeI
By Peter s soul that hath the keyI
Ye have good hap of itF
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SECUNDUS MILESG
I would that he were hanged and deadF
Who hath no joy to see your headF
With gold about it barred on redF
I hold him as a sow of leadF
That is so scant of witF
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Tunc dicat NATHAN prophetaF
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O king I have a word to theeI
The child that is in BersabeI
Shall wither without light to seeI
This word is come of God by meI
For sin that ye have doneQ
Because herein ye did not rightF
To take the fair one lamb to smiteF
That was of Urias the knightF
Ye wist he had but oneQ
Full many sheep I wot ye hadF
And many women when ye badeF
To do your will and keep you gladF
And a good crown about your headF
With gold to show thereonR
This Urias had one poor houseS
With low barred latoun shot windowsT
And scant of corn to fill a mouseS
And rusty basnets for his browsU
To wear them to the boneV
Yea the roofs also as men sainW
Were thin to hold against the rainW
Therefore what rushes were there lainW
Grew wet withouten foot of menX
The stancheons were all gone in twainW
As sick man s flesh is goneR
Nathless he had great joy to seeI
The long hair of this BersabeI
Fall round her lap and round her kneeI
Even to her small soft feet that beI
Shod now with crimson royallyI
And covered with clean goldF
Likewise great joy he had to kissO
Her throat where now the scarlet isP
Against her little chin I wisO
That then was but coldF
No scarlet then her kirtle hadF
And little gold about it spradF
But her red mouth was alway gladF
To kiss albeit the eyes were sadF
With love they had to holdF
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SECUNDUS MILESG
How old thief thy wits are lameI
To clip such it is no shameI
I rede you in the devil s nameI
Ye come not here to make men gameI
By Termagaunt that maketh grameI
I shall to bete thine headF
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Hic Diabolus capiat eumI
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This knave hath sharp fingers perfayY
Mahound you thank and keep alwayZ
And give you good knees to prayH
What man hath no lust to playH
The devil wring his ears I sayH
There is no more but wellawayZ
For now am I deadF
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KING DAVIDF
Certes his mouth is wried and blackJ
Full little pence be in his sackJ
This devil hath him by the backJ
It is no boot to lieA2
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NATHANQ
Sitteth now still and learn of meI
A little while and ye shall seeI
The face of God s strength presentlyI
All queens made as this BersabeI
All that were fair and foul ye beI
Come hither it am IA2
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Et h c omnes cantabuntF
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HERODIASI
I am the queen HerodiasI
This headband of my temples wasI
King Herod s gold band woven meI
This broken dry staff in my handF
Was the queen s staff of a great landF
Betwixen Perse and SamarieH
For that one dancing of my feetF
The fire is come in my green wheatF
From one sea to the other seaI
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AHOLIBAHI
I am the queen AholibahI
My lips kissed dumb the word of AhB2
Sighed on strange lips grown sick therebyI
God wrought to me my royal bedF
The inner work thereof was redF
The outer work was ivoryI
My mouth s heat was the heat of flameI
For lust towards the kings that cameI
With horsemen riding royallyI
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CLEOPATRAH
I am the queen of EthiopeC2
Love bade my kissing eyelids opeC2
That men beholding might praise loveY
My hair was wonderful and curledF
My lips held fast the mouth o the worldF
To spoil the strength and speech thereofY
The latter triumph in my breathD2
Bowed down the beaten brows of deathD2
Ashamed they had not wrath enoughY
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ABIHAILI
I am the queen of TyriansI
My hair was glorious for twelve spansI
That dried to loose dust afterwardF
My stature was a strong man s lengthE2
My neck was like a place of strengthE2
Built with white walls even and hardF
Like the first noise of rain leaves catchF2
One from another snatch by snatchF2
Is my praise hissed against and marredF
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AZUBAHI
I am the queen of AmoritesI
My face was like a place of lightsI
With multitudes at festivalI
The glory of my gracious browsI
Was like God s house made gloriousI
With colours upon either wallI
Between my brows and hair there wasI
A white space like a space of glassI
With golden candles over allI
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AHOLAHI
I am the queen of AmalekJ
There was no tender touch or fleckJ
To spoil my body or bared feetF
My words were soft like dulcimersI
And the first sweet of grape flowersI
Made each side of my bosom sweetF
My raiment was as tender fruitF
Whose rind smells sweet of spice tree rootF
Bruised balm blossom and budded wheatF
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AHINOAMI
I am the queen AhinoamI
Like the throat of a soft slain lambI
Was my throat softer veined than hisI
My lips were as two grapes the sunQ
Lays his whole weight of heat uponG2
Like a mouth heavy with a kissI
My hair s pure purple a wrought fleeceI
My temples therein as a pieceI
Of a pomegranate s cleaving isI
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ATARAHH
I am the queen SidonianG2
My face made faint the face of manG2
And strength was bound between my browsI
Spikenard was hidden in my shipsI
Honey and wheat and myrrh in stripsI
White wools that shine as colour doesI
Soft linen dyed upon the foldF
Split spice and cores of scented goldF
Cedar and broken calamusI
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SEMIRAMISI
I am the queen SemiramisI
The whole world and the sea that isI
In fashion like a chrysoprasI
The noise of all men labouringJ
The priest s mouth tired through thanksgivingJ
The sound of love in the blood s pauseI
The strength of love in the blood s beatF
All these were cast beneath my feetF
And all found lesser than I wasI
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HESIONEG2
I am the queen HesioneG2
The seasons that increased in meI
Made my face fairer than all men sI
I had the summer in my hairH
And all the pale gold autumn airH
Was as the habit of my senseI
My body was as fire that shoneG2
God s beauty that makes all things oneG2
Was one among myI

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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