King Arthur's Death. A Fragment. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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On Trinitye Mondaye in the morneA
This sore battayle was doom'd to beeB
Where manye a knighte cry'd Well awayeC
Alacke it was the more pittieD
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Ere the first crowinge of the cockeE
When as the kinge in his bed layeC
He thoughte Sir Gawaine to him cameF
And there to him these wordes did sayeC
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'Nowe as you are mine unkle deareG
And as you prize your life this dayeC
O meet not with your foe in fighteD
Putt off the battayle if yee mayeC
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'For Sir Launcelot is nowe in FraunceH
And with him many an hardye knighteD
Who will within this moneth be backeI
And will assiste ye in the fighte '-
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The kinge then call'd his nobles allJ
Before the breakinge of the dayeC
And told them howe Sir Gawaine cameF
And there to him these wordes did sayeC
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His nobles all this counsayle gaveK
That earlye in the morning heeB
Shold send awaye an herauld at armesH
To aske a parley faire and freeB
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Then twelve good knightes King Arthur choseH
The best of all that with him wereG
To parley with the foe in fieldD
And make with him agreement faireG
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The king he charged all his hosteD
In readinesse there for to beeB
But noe man shold noe weapon sturreG
Unlesse a sword drawne they shold seeB
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And Mordred on the other parteD
Twelve of his knights did likewise bringeL
The best of all his companyeC
To hold the parley with the kingeL
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Sir Mordred alsoe charged his hosteD
In readinesse there for to beeB
But noe man sholde noe weapon sturreG
But if a sworde drawne they shold seeB
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For he durste not his unkle trusteD
Nor he his nephewe sothe to tellM
Alacke it was a woefulle caseH
As ere in Christentye befelleM
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But when they were together metteD
And both to faire accordance broughteD
And a month's league betweene them setteD
Before the battayle sholde be foughteD
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An addere crept forth of a busheN
Stunge one o' th' king's knightes on the kneeB
Alacke it was a woefulle chanceH
As ever was in ChristentieD
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When the knighte found him wounded soreG
And sawe the wild worm hanginge thereG
His sworde he from his scabbarde dreweO
A piteous case as ye shall heareG
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For when the two hosts sawe the swordeD
They joyned battayle instantlyeC
Till of soe manye noble knightsH
On one side there were left but threeG
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For all were slain that durst abideD
And but some fewe that fled awayeC
Ay mee it was a bloodye fieldeD
As ere was foughte on a summer's dayeC
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Upon King Arthur's own partyeC
Onlye himselfe escaped thereG
And Lukyn Duke of Gloster freeG
And the king's butler BedevereG
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And when the king beheld his knightsH
All dead and scattered on the moldeD
The teares fast trickled downe his faceH
That manlye face in fight so boldeD
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'Nowe reste yee all brave knights ' he saidD
'Soe true and faithful to your trustD
And must yee then ye valiant heartsH
Be lefte to moulder into dustD
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'Most loyal have yee been to meeG
Most true and faithful unto deatheP
And oh to rayse yee up againeB
How freelye could I yield my breatheP
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'But see the traitor's yet aliveQ
Lo where hee stalkes among the deadeD
Nowe bitterlye he shall abyeC
And vengeance fall upon his head '-
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'O staye my liege ' then sayd the dukeR
'O staye for love and charitieD
Remember what the vision spakeS
Nor meete your foe if it may bee '-
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'O staye mee not thou worthye wightD
This debt my loyal knights I oweO
Betide me life betide me deathP
I will avenge them of their foe '-
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Then straite he grasp'd his trustye speareG
And on his horse then mounted heeG
As his butler holpe him to his horseH
His bowels gushed to his kneeG
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'Alas ' then sayd the noble kingT
'That I should live this sight to seeG
To see this good knight here be slaineB
All for his love in helping mee '-
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He put his speare into his resteD
And to Sir Mordred loud gan cryeC
'Nowe sette thyself upon thy guardeD
For traitor nowe thy death is nye '-
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Sir Mordred lifted up his swordeD
And fierce to meet the king ran heeG
The king his speare he through him thrustD
A fathom thorow his bodieG
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When Mordred felt the stroke of deathP
And found that he was sounded soeG
He thrust himselfe upon the speareG
And strucke the king a deadlye bloweO
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Then grimmlye dyed Sir MorderedG
Presentlye upon that treeG
And bloody streames ranne from the kingeL
Ere to the duke returned heeG
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Sir Lukyn then he thus bespakeT
'Sir Knighte thou hast been faithfulle trydeG
Nowe take my sword ExcalibarG
That hangs so freelye by my sydeG
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'O take my sword ExcalibarG
And there into the river throweO
For here henceforth benethe this treeG
All use of weapons I foregoeT
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'And fare thee well thou trustye swordG
A better neer had valiant knighteG
With thee full ofte and many a dayeC
Have I withstood my foe in fighteG
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'With this good fauchion in my handeG
Oft have I reapd the bloody feeldeG
But nowe the fatalle houre is comeU
That never more I may thee weelde '-
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The duke to the river side he wentG
And there his owne sword in threwe heG
But he kept back ExcalibarG
He kept it back in privitieG
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For all of coleyne was the bladeG
And all the hilte of precious stoneB
'And ever alacke ' then sayd the knighteG
'Must such a sword awaye be throwne '-
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Then backe he came unto the kingeL
Who sayd 'Sir Lukyn what did yee see '-
'Nothing my liefe save that windeG
Blind oer the waters faire and free '-
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'O goe againe ' then said the kingeL
'O good Sir Lukyn goe againeB
Into the rivers throwe my swordG
Nor keepe me lingering here in paine '-
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The duke then to the river wentG
And the kings scabberd in threwe heeG
But hee kept backe ExcalibarG
And hid it undernethe a treeG
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Then backe he came to tell the kingeL
Who sayde 'Sir Lukyn sawe ye oughte '-
'Nothinge my liege save that the windeG
Nowe with the angrye waters fought '-
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'O Lukyn Lukyn ' said the kingeL
'Twice haste thou dealt deceytfullyeC
Alacke whom may wee ever trusteG
When suche a knighte soe false can beeG
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'Saye wouldst thou have thy master deadG
All for a sword that wins thine eyeC
Now goe againe and throwe it inB
Or here the one of us shall dye '-
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The duke all shent with this rebukeT
No aunswere made unto the kingeL
But to the rivere tooke the swordeG
And threwe it far as he coulde flingeL
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A hande and an arme did meete the swordeG
And flourishd three times in the airG
Then sunke benethe the renninge stremeU
And of the duke was seene noe mairG
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All sore astonied stood the dukeT
He stood as still as still mote beeG
Then hastend backe to telle the kingeL
But he was gone from under the treeG
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But to what place he cold not tellM
For never after hee did him spyeC
But hee sawe a barge goe from the landG
And hee heard ladyes howle and cryeC
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And whether the kinge were there or notG
Hee never knewe nor ever coldeG
For from that sad and direfulle dayeC
Hee never more was seene on moldeG

Anonymous Olde English



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