The Assembly Of Ladies Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCC DDEDDBB FGG G B BHHII BGBGGGG GGGGGCC IJIJJBB IBIBBBB DIDIIII KEKEEDD BDBDDLL FIFIIBB FDMDDDD GDGD F FBBDD DBDBBDD DBDBDBB DDDDDD D DDDDD DBDBB DDD D D FDDJ D DHHDD DDDDDD DBBI DDDDDDD D DDDB BDBDF| In Septembre at the falling of the leef | A |
| The fressh sesoun was al togider doon | B |
| And of the corn was gadered in the sheef | A |
| In a gardyn about twayn after noon | B |
| Ther were ladyes walking as was her wone | B |
| Foure in nombre as to my mynd doth falle | C |
| And I the fifte the simplest of hem alle | C |
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| Of gentilwomen fayre ther were also | D |
| Disporting hem everiche after her gyse | D |
| In crosse aleys walking by two and two | E |
| And some alone after her fantasyes | D |
| Thus occupyed we were in dyvers wyse | D |
| And yet in trouthe we were not al alone | B |
| Ther were knight s and squyers many one | B |
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| 'Wherof I served ' oon of hem asked me | F |
| I sayde ayein as it fel in my thought | G |
| 'To walke about the mase in certaynt | G |
| As a woman that of nothing rought ' | - |
| He asked me ayein 'whom that I sought | G |
| And of my colour why I was so pale ' | - |
| 'Forsothe ' quod I 'and therby lyth a tale ' | - |
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| 'That must me wite ' quod he 'and that anon | B |
| Tel on let see and make no tarying ' | - |
| 'Abyd ' quod I 'ye been a hasty oon | B |
| I let you wite it is no litel thing | H |
| But for bicause ye have a greet longing | H |
| In your desyr this proces for to here | I |
| I shal you tel the playn of this matere | I |
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| It happed thus that in an after noon | B |
| My felawship and I by oon assent | G |
| Whan al our other besinesse was doon | B |
| To passe our tyme into this mase we went | G |
| And toke our wayes eche after our entent | G |
| Some went inward and wend they had gon out | G |
| Some stode amid and loked al about | G |
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| And sooth to say some were ful fer behind | G |
| And right anon as ferforth as the best | G |
| Other ther were so mased in her mind | G |
| Al wayes were good for hem bothe eest and west | G |
| Thus went they forth and had but litel rest | G |
| And some her corage did hem sore assayle | C |
| For very wrath they did step over the rayle | C |
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| And as they sought hem self thus to and fro | I |
| I gat myself a litel avauntage | J |
| Al for weried I might no further go | I |
| Though I had won right greet for my viage | J |
| So com I forth into a strait passage | J |
| Which brought me to an herber fair and grene | B |
| Mad with benches ful craftily and clene | B |
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| That as me thought ther might no cr ature | I |
| Devyse a better by dew proporcioun | B |
| Safe it was closed wel I you ensure | I |
| With masonry of compas enviroun | B |
| Ful secretly with stayres going doun | B |
| Inmiddes the place with turning wheel certayn | B |
| And upon that a pot of marjolain | B |
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| With margarettes growing in ordinaunce | D |
| To shewe hemself as folk went to and fro | I |
| That to beholde it was a greet plesaunce | D |
| And how they were acompanyed with mo | I |
| Ne m'oublie mies and sovenez also | I |
| The povre pensees were not disloged there | I |
| No no god wot her place was every where | I |
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| The flore beneth was paved faire and smothe | K |
| With stones square of many dyvers hew | E |
| So wel joyn d that for to say the sothe | K |
| Al semed oon who that non other knew | E |
| And underneth the strem s new and new | E |
| As silver bright springing in suche a wyse | D |
| That whence it cam ye coude it not devyse | D |
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| A litel whyle thus was I al alone | B |
| Beholding wel this d lectable place | D |
| My felawship were coming everichone | B |
| So must me nedes abyde as for a space | D |
| Rememb e ring of many dyvers cace | D |
| Of tyme passed musing with sighes depe | L |
| I set me doun and ther I fel a slepe | L |
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| And as I slept me thought ther com to me | F |
| A gentilwoman metely of stature | I |
| Of greet worship she semed for to be | F |
| Atyred wel not high but by mesure | I |
| Her countenaunce ful sad and ful demure | I |
| Her colours blewe al that she had upon | B |
| Ther com no mo there but herself aloon | B |
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| Her gown was wel embrouded certainly | F |
| With sovenez after her own devyse | D |
| On her purfyl her word was by and by | M |
| Bien et loyalment as I coud devyse | D |
| Than prayde I her in every maner wyse | D |
| That of her name I might have remembraunce | D |
| She sayd she called was Pers veraunce | D |
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| So furthermore to speke than was I bold | G |
| Where she dwelled I prayed her for to say | D |
| And she again ful curteysly me told | G |
| 'My dwelling is and hath ben many a day | D |
| With a lady ' 'What lady I you pray ' | - |
| 'Of greet estate thus warne I you ' quod she | F |
| 'What cal ye her ' 'Her name is Loyalt ' | - |
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| 'In what offyce stand ye or in what degr ' | - |
| Quod I to her 'that wolde I wit right fayn ' | - |
| 'I am ' quod she 'unworthy though I be | F |
| Of her chambre her ussher in certayn | B |
| This rod I bere as for a token playn | B |
| Lyke as ye know the rule in such servyce | D |
| Pertayning is unto the same offyce | D |
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| She charged me by her commaund ment | D |
| To warn you and your felawes everichon | B |
| That ye shuld come there as she is present | D |
| For a counsayl which shal be now anon | B |
| Or seven day s be comen and gon | B |
| And furthermore she bad that I shuld say | D |
| Excuse there might be non nor no delay | D |
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| Another thing was nigh forget behind | D |
| Whiche in no wyse I wolde but ye it knew | B |
| Remembre wel and bere it in your mind | D |
| Al your felawes and ye must come in blew | B |
| Every liche able your maters for to sew | D |
| With more which I pray you thinke upon | B |
| Your word s on your slev s everichon | B |
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| And be not ye abasshed in no wyse | D |
| As many been in suche an high presence | D |
| Mak your request as ye can best devyse | D |
| And she gladly wol yeve you audience | D |
| There is no greef ne no maner offence | D |
| Wherin ye fele that your herte is displesed | D |
| But with her help right sone ye shul be esed ' | - |
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| 'I am right glad ' quod I 'ye tel me this | D |
| But there is non of us that knoweth the way ' | - |
| 'As of your way ' quod she 'ye shul not mis | D |
| Ye shul have oon to gyde you day by day | D |
| Of my felawes I can no better say | D |
| Suche oon as shal tel you the way ful right | D |
| And Diligence this gentilwoman hight | D |
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| A woman of right famous governaunce | D |
| And wel cherisshed I tel you in certayn | B |
| Her felawship shal do you greet plesaunce | D |
| Her port is suche her maners trewe and playn | B |
| She with glad chere wol do her besy payn | B |
| To bring you there now farwel I have don ' | - |
| 'Abyde ' sayd I 'ye may not go so sone ' | - |
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| 'Why so ' quod she 'and I have fer to go | D |
| To yeve warning in many dyvers place | D |
| To your felawes and so to other mo | D |
| And wel ye wot I have but litel space ' | - |
| 'Now yet ' quod I 'ye must tel me this cace | D |
| If we shal any man unto us cal ' | - |
| 'Not oon ' quod she 'may come among you al ' | - |
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| 'Not oon ' quod I 'ey benedicite | D |
| What have they don I pray you tel me that ' | - |
| 'Now by my lyf I trow but wel ' quod she | F |
| 'But ever I can bileve there is somwhat | D |
| And for to say you trouth more can I nat | D |
| In questiouns I may nothing be large | J |
| I medle no further than is my charge ' | - |
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| 'Than thus ' quod I 'do me to understand | D |
| What place is there this lady is dwelling ' | - |
| 'Forsothe ' quod she 'and oon sought al this land | D |
| Fairer is noon though it were for a king | H |
| Devysed wel and that in every thing | H |
| The toures hy ful plesaunt shul ye find | D |
| With fanes fressh turning with every wind | D |
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| The chambres and parlours both of oo sort | D |
| With bay windowes goodly as may be thought | D |
| As for daunsing and other wyse disport | D |
| The galeryes right wonder wel y wrought | D |
| That I wel wot if ye were thider brought | D |
| And took good hede therof in every wyse | D |
| Ye wold it thinke a very paradyse ' | - |
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| 'What hight this place ' quod I 'now say me that ' | - |
| 'Plesaunt Regard ' quod she 'to tel you playn ' | - |
| 'Of verray trouth ' quod I 'and wot ye what | D |
| It may right wel be called so certayn | B |
| But furthermore this wold I wit ful fayn | B |
| What shulde I do as sone as I come there | I |
| And after whom that I may best enquere ' | - |
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| 'A gentilwoman a porter at the yate | D |
| There shal ye find her name is Countenaunce | D |
| If it so hap ye come erly or late | D |
| Of her were good to have som acquaintaunce | D |
| She can tel how ye shal you best avaunce | D |
| And how to come to her ladyes presence | D |
| To her word s I rede you yeve credence | D |
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| Now it is tyme that I depart you fro | D |
| For in good sooth I have gret businesse ' | - |
| 'I wot right wel ' quod I 'that it is so | D |
| And I thank you of your gret gentilnesse | D |
| Your comfort hath yeven me suche hardinesse | D |
| That now I shal be bold withouten fayl | B |
| To do after your vyse and counsayl ' | - |
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| Thus parted she and I lefte al aloon | B |
| With that I saw as I beheld asyde | D |
| A woman come a verray goodly oon | B |
| And forth withal as I had her aspyed | D |
| Me thought anon that it shuld be | F |
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