The Masque Of Queen Bersabe: A Miracle-play Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBCDDDCEEEECFFFC GHHHF IJJJJF KFFFFH GLLLH GFFFFFM FFFFFN F KIIIIIF FOOPOPF GIIIIF GFFFFF F IIIIQFFFQFFFFRSTSUVW WWXWRIIIIIFOPOFFFFFF GIIIIIF I YZHHHZF FJJJA2 QIIIIIA2 F IIIIFFHFFI IIB2IFFIIII HC2C2YFFYD2D2Y IIIFE2E2FF2F2F IIIIIIIIII IJJFIIFFFF IIIIQG2IIII HG2G2IIIIFFI IIIIJJIFFI G2G2IIHHIG2G2IKING DAVID | A |
Knights mine all that be in hall | B |
I have a counsel to you all | B |
Because of this thing God lets fall | B |
Among us for a sign | C |
For some days hence as I did eat | D |
From kingly dishes my good meat | D |
There flew a bird between my feet | D |
As red as any wine | C |
This bird had a long bill of red | E |
And a gold ring above his head | E |
Long time he sat and nothing said | E |
Put softly down his neck and fed | E |
From the gilt patens fine | C |
And as I marvelled at the last | F |
He shut his two keen ey n fast | F |
And suddenly woxe big and brast | F |
Ere one should tell to nine | C |
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PRIMUS MILES | G |
Sir note this that I will say | H |
That Lord who maketh corn with hay | H |
And morrows each of yesterday | H |
He hath you in his hand | F |
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SECUNDUS MILES Paganus quidam | I |
By Satan I hold no such thing | J |
For if wine swell within a king | J |
Whose ears for drink are hot and ring | J |
The same shall dream of wine bibbing | J |
Whilst he can lie or stand | F |
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QUEEN BERSABE | K |
Peace now lords for Godis head | F |
Ye chirk as starlings that be fed | F |
And gape as fishes newly dead | F |
The devil put your bones to bed | F |
Lo this is all to say | H |
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SECUNDUS MILES | G |
By Mahound lords I have good will | L |
This devil s bird to wring and spill | L |
For now meseems our game goes ill | L |
Ye have scant hearts to play | H |
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TERTIUS MILES | G |
Lo sirs this word is there said | F |
That Urias the knight is dead | F |
Through some ill craft by Poulis head | F |
I doubt his blood hath made so red | F |
This bird that flew from the queen s bed | F |
Whereof ye have such fear | M |
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KING DAVID | F |
Yea my good knave and is it said | F |
That I can raise men from the dead | F |
By God I think to have his head | F |
Who saith words of my lady s bed | F |
For any thief to hear | N |
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Et percutiat eum in capite | F |
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QUEEN BERSABE | K |
I wis men shall spit at me | I |
And say it were but right for thee | I |
That one should hang thee on a tree | I |
Ho it were a fair thing to see | I |
The big stones bruise her false body | I |
Fie who shall see her dead | F |
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KING DAVID | F |
I rede you have no fear of this | O |
For as ye wot the first good kiss | O |
I had must be the last of his | P |
Now are ye queen of mine I wis | O |
And lady of a house that is | P |
Full rich of meat and bread | F |
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PRIMUS MILES | G |
I bid you make good cheer to be | I |
So fair a queen as all men see | I |
And hold us for your lieges free | I |
By Peter s soul that hath the key | I |
Ye have good hap of it | F |
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SECUNDUS MILES | G |
I would that he were hanged and dead | F |
Who hath no joy to see your head | F |
With gold about it barred on red | F |
I hold him as a sow of lead | F |
That is so scant of wit | F |
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Tunc dicat NATHAN propheta | F |
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O king I have a word to thee | I |
The child that is in Bersabe | I |
Shall wither without light to see | I |
This word is come of God by me | I |
For sin that ye have done | Q |
Because herein ye did not right | F |
To take the fair one lamb to smite | F |
That was of Urias the knight | F |
Ye wist he had but one | Q |
Full many sheep I wot ye had | F |
And many women when ye bade | F |
To do your will and keep you glad | F |
And a good crown about your head | F |
With gold to show thereon | R |
This Urias had one poor house | S |
With low barred latoun shot windows | T |
And scant of corn to fill a mouse | S |
And rusty basnets for his brows | U |
To wear them to the bone | V |
Yea the roofs also as men sain | W |
Were thin to hold against the rain | W |
Therefore what rushes were there lain | W |
Grew wet withouten foot of men | X |
The stancheons were all gone in twain | W |
As sick man s flesh is gone | R |
Nathless he had great joy to see | I |
The long hair of this Bersabe | I |
Fall round her lap and round her knee | I |
Even to her small soft feet that be | I |
Shod now with crimson royally | I |
And covered with clean gold | F |
Likewise great joy he had to kiss | O |
Her throat where now the scarlet is | P |
Against her little chin I wis | O |
That then was but cold | F |
No scarlet then her kirtle had | F |
And little gold about it sprad | F |
But her red mouth was alway glad | F |
To kiss albeit the eyes were sad | F |
With love they had to hold | F |
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SECUNDUS MILES | G |
How old thief thy wits are lame | I |
To clip such it is no shame | I |
I rede you in the devil s name | I |
Ye come not here to make men game | I |
By Termagaunt that maketh grame | I |
I shall to bete thine head | F |
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Hic Diabolus capiat eum | I |
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This knave hath sharp fingers perfay | Y |
Mahound you thank and keep alway | Z |
And give you good knees to pray | H |
What man hath no lust to play | H |
The devil wring his ears I say | H |
There is no more but wellaway | Z |
For now am I dead | F |
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KING DAVID | F |
Certes his mouth is wried and black | J |
Full little pence be in his sack | J |
This devil hath him by the back | J |
It is no boot to lie | A2 |
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NATHAN | Q |
Sitteth now still and learn of me | I |
A little while and ye shall see | I |
The face of God s strength presently | I |
All queens made as this Bersabe | I |
All that were fair and foul ye be | I |
Come hither it am I | A2 |
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Et h c omnes cantabunt | F |
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HERODIAS | I |
I am the queen Herodias | I |
This headband of my temples was | I |
King Herod s gold band woven me | I |
This broken dry staff in my hand | F |
Was the queen s staff of a great land | F |
Betwixen Perse and Samarie | H |
For that one dancing of my feet | F |
The fire is come in my green wheat | F |
From one sea to the other sea | I |
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AHOLIBAH | I |
I am the queen Aholibah | I |
My lips kissed dumb the word of Ah | B2 |
Sighed on strange lips grown sick thereby | I |
God wrought to me my royal bed | F |
The inner work thereof was red | F |
The outer work was ivory | I |
My mouth s heat was the heat of flame | I |
For lust towards the kings that came | I |
With horsemen riding royally | I |
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CLEOPATRA | H |
I am the queen of Ethiope | C2 |
Love bade my kissing eyelids ope | C2 |
That men beholding might praise love | Y |
My hair was wonderful and curled | F |
My lips held fast the mouth o the world | F |
To spoil the strength and speech thereof | Y |
The latter triumph in my breath | D2 |
Bowed down the beaten brows of death | D2 |
Ashamed they had not wrath enough | Y |
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ABIHAIL | I |
I am the queen of Tyrians | I |
My hair was glorious for twelve spans | I |
That dried to loose dust afterward | F |
My stature was a strong man s length | E2 |
My neck was like a place of strength | E2 |
Built with white walls even and hard | F |
Like the first noise of rain leaves catch | F2 |
One from another snatch by snatch | F2 |
Is my praise hissed against and marred | F |
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AZUBAH | I |
I am the queen of Amorites | I |
My face was like a place of lights | I |
With multitudes at festival | I |
The glory of my gracious brows | I |
Was like God s house made glorious | I |
With colours upon either wall | I |
Between my brows and hair there was | I |
A white space like a space of glass | I |
With golden candles over all | I |
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AHOLAH | I |
I am the queen of Amalek | J |
There was no tender touch or fleck | J |
To spoil my body or bared feet | F |
My words were soft like dulcimers | I |
And the first sweet of grape flowers | I |
Made each side of my bosom sweet | F |
My raiment was as tender fruit | F |
Whose rind smells sweet of spice tree root | F |
Bruised balm blossom and budded wheat | F |
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AHINOAM | I |
I am the queen Ahinoam | I |
Like the throat of a soft slain lamb | I |
Was my throat softer veined than his | I |
My lips were as two grapes the sun | Q |
Lays his whole weight of heat upon | G2 |
Like a mouth heavy with a kiss | I |
My hair s pure purple a wrought fleece | I |
My temples therein as a piece | I |
Of a pomegranate s cleaving is | I |
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ATARAH | H |
I am the queen Sidonian | G2 |
My face made faint the face of man | G2 |
And strength was bound between my brows | I |
Spikenard was hidden in my ships | I |
Honey and wheat and myrrh in strips | I |
White wools that shine as colour does | I |
Soft linen dyed upon the fold | F |
Split spice and cores of scented gold | F |
Cedar and broken calamus | I |
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SEMIRAMIS | I |
I am the queen Semiramis | I |
The whole world and the sea that is | I |
In fashion like a chrysopras | I |
The noise of all men labouring | J |
The priest s mouth tired through thanksgiving | J |
The sound of love in the blood s pause | I |
The strength of love in the blood s beat | F |
All these were cast beneath my feet | F |
And all found lesser than I was | I |
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HESIONE | G2 |
I am the queen Hesione | G2 |
The seasons that increased in me | I |
Made my face fairer than all men s | I |
I had the summer in my hair | H |
And all the pale gold autumn air | H |
Was as the habit of my sense | I |
My body was as fire that shone | G2 |
God s beauty that makes all things one | G2 |
Was one among my | I |
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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