The Avowyng Of Arthur Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABBBACDCABBBA EEEFBFEFBBBFEEEFBBBF EEEFBBBFEEEF FFFEBBBEFFFEGGG BB BBH HHHBIBEB EEEEJJJBBBBBEEEB EEEEBEEEBBBEBBB HHHEHBEECCCEKB J HHH EEE GGGEEEE EEEEBBBEHHHEEBEE CCEEEEEEBBEEBBBE EEEEHHHEEEEEEEEE BBBECCCEEEEEEEEE EEEBEEEBBBBBEEEB EBB HHHEEEEEEEEE EEEJEEEJEEEJHHHJ EEEEEEEEEEE LLLE EEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEHe that made us on the mulde | A |
And fair fourmet the folde | A |
Atte His will as He wold | A |
The see and the sande | A |
Giffe hom joy that will here | B |
Of dughti men and of dere | B |
Of haldurs that before us were | B |
That lifd in this londe | A |
One was Arther the Kinge | C |
Wythowtun any letting | D |
Wyth him was mony lordinge | C |
Hardi of honde | A |
Wice and war ofte thay were | B |
Bold undur banere | B |
And wighte weppuns wold were | B |
And stifly wold stond | A |
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This is no fantum ne no fabull | E |
Ye wote wele of the Rowun Tabull | E |
Of prest men and priveabull | E |
Was holdun in prise | F |
Chevetan of chivalry | B |
Kyndenesse and curtesy | F |
Hunting full warly | E |
As wayt men and wise | F |
To the forest thay fare | B |
To hunte atte buk and atte bare | B |
To the herte and to the hare | B |
That bredus in the rise | F |
The King atte Carlele he lay | E |
The hunter cummys on a day | E |
Sayd 'Sir ther walkes in my way | E |
A well grim gryse | F |
'He is a balefull bare | B |
Seche on segh I nevyr are | B |
He hase wroghte me mycull care | B |
And hurte of my howundes | F |
Slayn hom downe slely | E |
Wyth feghting full furcely | E |
Wasse ther none so hardi | E |
Durste bide in his bandus | F |
On him spild I my spere | B |
And mycull of my nothir gere | B |
Ther moue no dintus him dere | B |
Ne wurche him no wowundes | F |
He is masly made | E |
All offellus that he bade | E |
Ther is no bulle so brade | E |
That in frith foundes | F |
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'He is hegher thenne a horse | F |
That uncumly corse | F |
In fayth him faylis no force | F |
Quen that he schalle feghte | E |
And therto blake as a bere | B |
Feye folk will he fere | B |
Ther may no dyntus him dere | B |
Ne him to dethe dighte | E |
Quen he quettus his tusshes | F |
Thenne he betus on the busshes | F |
All he rives and he russhes | F |
That the rote is unryghte | E |
He hase a laythelych luffe | G |
Quen he castus uppe his stuffe | G |
Quo durst abide him a buffe | G |
Iwisse he were wighte ' | - |
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He sais 'In Ingulwode is hee ' | - |
The tother biddus 'Lette him bee | B |
We schall that Satnace see | B |
Giffe that he be thare ' | - |
The King callut on knyghtis thre | B |
Himselvun wold the fuyrthe be | B |
He sayd 'There schalle no mo men | H |
Wynde to the bore ' | - |
Bothe Kay and Sir Gauan | H |
And Bowdewynne of Bretan | H |
The hunter and the howundus squayn | H |
Hase yarket hom yare | B |
The Kinge hase armut him in hie | I |
And tho thre buirnes hym bie | B |
Now ar thay fawre alle redie | E |
And furthe conne thay fare | B |
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Unto the forest thay weynde | E |
That was hardy and heynde | E |
The hunter atte the northe ende | E |
His bugull con he blaw | E |
Uncoupult kenettis as he couthe | J |
Witturly thay soghte the southe | J |
Raches wyth opon mouthe | J |
Rennyng on a raw | B |
Funde fute of the bore | B |
Faste folutte to him thore | B |
Quen that he herd he hade care | B |
To the denne conne he draw | B |
He sloghe hom downe slely | E |
Wyth feghting full fuyrsly | E |
But witte ye sirs witturly | E |
He stode butte litull awe | B |
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Thay held him fast in his hold | E |
He brittunt bercelettus bold | E |
Bothe the yunge and the old | E |
And rafte hom the rest | E |
The raches comun rennyng him by | B |
And bayet him full boldely | E |
Butte ther was non so hardy | E |
Durste on the fynde fast | E |
Thenne the hunter sayd 'Lo him thare | B |
Yaw thar such him no mare | B |
Now may ye sone to him fare | B |
Lette see quo dose beste | E |
Yaw thar such him nevyr more | B |
Butte sette my hed opon a store | B |
Butte giffe he flaey yo all fawre | B |
That griselich geste ' | - |
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Thenne the hunter turnes home agayn | H |
The King callut on Sir Gauan | H |
On Bawdewin of Bretan | H |
And on kene Kay | E |
He sayd 'Sirs in your cumpany | H |
Myne avow make I | B |
Were he nevyr so hardy | E |
Yone Satenas to say | E |
To brittun him and downe bringe | C |
Wythoute any helpinge | C |
And I may have my levynge | C |
Hen till tomorne atte day | E |
And now sirs I cummaunde yo | K |
To do as I have done nowe | B |
Ichone make your avowe ' | - |
Gladdely grawuntutte thay | J |
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Then unsquarut Gauan | H |
And sayd godely agayn | H |
'I avowe to Tarne Wathelan | H |
To wake hit all nyghte ' | - |
'And I avow ' sayd Kaye | E |
'To ride this forest or daye | E |
Quoso wernes me the waye | E |
Hym to dethe dighte ' | - |
Quod Baudewyn 'To stynte owre strife | G |
I avow bi my life | G |
Nevyr to be jelus of my wife | G |
Ne of no birde bryghte | E |
Nere werne no mon my mete | E |
Quen I gode may gete | E |
Ne drede my dethe for no threte | E |
Nauthir of king ner knyghte ' | - |
Butte now thay have thayre vowes made | E |
Thay buskutte hom and furth rade | E |
To hold that thay heghte hade | E |
Ichone sere way | E |
The King turnus to the bore | B |
Gauan wythoutun any more | B |
To the tarne con he fore | B |
To wake hit to day | E |
Thenne Kay as I conne roune | H |
He rode the forest uppe and downe | H |
Boudewynne turnes to toune | H |
Sum that his gate lay | E |
And sethun to bed bownus he | E |
Butte carpe we now of ther othir thre | B |
How thay prevyd hor wedde fee | E |
The sothe for to say | E |
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Furst to carpe of oure Kinge | C |
Hit is a kyndelich thinge | C |
Atte his begynnyng | E |
Howe he dedde his dede | E |
Till his houndus con he hold | E |
The bore wyth his brode schilde | E |
Folut hom fast in the filde | E |
And spillutte hom on gode spede | E |
Then the Kinge con crye | B |
And carputte of venerie | B |
To make his howundus hardi | E |
Hovut on a stede | E |
Als sone as he come thare | B |
Agaynus him rebowndet the bare | B |
He se nevyr no syghte are | B |
So sore gerutte him to drede | E |
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He hade drede and doute | E |
Of him that was stirrun and stowte | E |
He began to romy and rowte | E |
And gapes and gones | E |
Men myghte noghte his cowch kenne | H |
For howundes and for slayn men | H |
That he hade draun to his denne | H |
And brittunt all to bonus | E |
Thenne his tusshes con he quette | E |
Opon the Kinge for to sette | E |
He liftis uppe wythoutun lette | E |
Stokkes and stonis | E |
Wyth wrathe he begynnus to wrote | E |
He ruskes uppe mony a rote | E |
Wyth tusshes of thre fote | E |
So grisly he gronus | E |
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Thenne the Kinge spanos his spere | B |
Opon that bore for to bere | B |
Ther may no dyntus him dere | B |
So sekir was his schilde | E |
The grete schafte that was longe | C |
All to spildurs hit spronge | C |
The gode stede that was stronge | C |
Was fallun in the filde | E |
As the bore had mente | E |
He gave the King such a dinte | E |
Or he myghte his bridull hente | E |
That he myghte evyr hit fele | E |
His stede was stonet starke ded | E |
He sturd nevyr owte of that sted | E |
To Jhesu a bone he bede | E |
Fro wothes hym weylde | E |
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Thenne the King in his sadul sete | E |
And wightely wan on his fete | E |
He prays to Sayn Margarete | E |
Fro wathes him ware | B |
Did as a dughty knyghte | E |
Brayd oute a brand bryghte | E |
And heve his schild opon highte | E |
For spild was his spere | B |
Sethun he buskette him yare | B |
Squithe wythoutun any mare | B |
Agaynus the fynde for to fare | B |
That hedoes was of hiere | B |
So thay cowunturt in the fild | E |
For all the weppuns that he myghte weld | E |
The bore brittunt his schild | E |
On brest he conne bere | B |
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There downe knelus he | E |
And prayus till Him that was so fre | B |
'Send me the victor | B |
This Satanas me sekes ' | - |
All wroth wex that sqwyne | H |
Blu and brayd uppe his bryne | H |
As kylne other kechine | H |
Thus rudely he rekes | E |
The Kynge myghte him noghte see | E |
Butte lenyt hym doune bi a tree | E |
So nyghe discumford was hee | E |
For smelle other smekis | E |
And as he neghet bi a noke | E |
The King sturenly him stroke | E |
That both his brees con blake | E |
His maistry he mekes | E |
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Thus his maistry mekes he | E |
Wyth dyntus that werun dught | E |
Were he nevyr so hard | E |
Thus bidus that brothe | J |
The Kinge wyth a nobull brande | E |
He mette the bore comande | E |
On his squrd till his hande | E |
He rennes full rathe | J |
He bare him inne atte the throte | E |
He hade no myrth of that mote | E |
He began to dotur and dote | E |
Os he hade keghet scathe | J |
Wyth sit siles he adowne | H |
To brittun him the King was bowne | H |
And sundurt in that sesun | H |
His brode schildus bothe | J |
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The King couthe of venery | E |
Colurt him full kyndely | E |
The hed of that hardy | E |
He sette on a stake | E |
Sethun brittuns he the best | E |
As venesun in forest | E |
Bothe the thonge and lees | E |
He hongus on a noke | E |
There downe knelys hee | E |
That loves hur that is free | E |
Sayd 'This socur thou hase send me | E |
For thi Sune sake ' | - |
If he were in a dale depe | L |
He hade no knyghte him to kepe | L |
Forwerr slidus he on slepe | L |
No lengur myghte he wake | E |
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The King hase fillut his avowe | E |
Of Kay carpe we nowe | E |
How that he come for his prowe | E |
Ye schall here more | E |
Als he rode in the nyghte | E |
In the forest he mette a knyghte | E |
Ledand a birde bryghte | E |
Ho wepputte wundur sore | E |
Ho sayd 'Sayn Mar myghte me spede | E |
And save me my madunhede | E |
And giffe the knyghte for his dede | E |
Bothe soro and care ' | - |
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Thus ho talkes him tille | E |
Quille ho hade sayd all hur wille | E |
And Kay held him full stille | E |
And in the holte hoves | E |
He prek | E |
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