The Marriage Of Sir Gawaine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Part the FirstA
King Arthur lives in merry CarleileB
And seemely is to seeC
And there with him Queene GueneverD
That bride soe bright of bleeB
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And there with him Queene GueneverD
That bride soe bright in bowreD
And all his barons about him stoodeA
That were both stiffe and stowreD
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This king a royale Christmasse keptA
With mirth and princelye cheareD
To him repaired many a knighteA
That came both farre and neareD
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And when they were to dinner setteA
And cups went freely roundA
Before them came a faire damselleB
And knelt upon the groundA
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'A boone a boone O Kinge ArthureD
I beg a boone of theeC
Avenge me of a carlish knighteA
Who hath shent my love and meeC
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'At Tearne Wadling his castle standsE
Near to that lake so fairD
And proudlye rise the battlementsF
And streamers deck the airD
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'Noe gentle knighte nor ladye gayG
May pass that castle wallB
But from that foule discourteous knighteA
Mishappe will them befalleB
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'Hee's twice the size of common menH
Wi' thewes and sinewes strongeI
And on his backe he bears a clubbeJ
That is both thicke and longeI
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'This grimme barone 'twas our harde happeK
But yester morne to seeC
When to his bowre he bare my loveL
And sore misused meeC
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'And when I told him King ArthureD
As lyttle shold him spareD
Goe tell sayd hee that cuckold kingeI
To meete mee if he dare '-
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Upp then sterted King ArthureD
And sware by hille and daleB
He ne'er wolde quitt that grimme baroneM
Till he had made him quailB
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'Goe fetch my sword ExcalibarD
Goe saddle me my steedeA
Nowe by my faye that grimme baroneM
Shall rue this ruthfulle deede '-
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And when he came to Tearne WadlingeI
Benethe the castle walleB
'Come forth come forth thou proude baroneM
Or yield thyself my thralle '-
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On magicke grounde that castle stoodeA
And fenc'd with many a spellB
Noe valiant knighte could tread thereonN
But straite his courage felleB
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Forth then rush'd that carlish knightA
King Arthur felte the charmeC
His sturdy sinewes lost their strengtheC
Downe sunke his feeble armeC
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'Nowe yield thee yield thee Kinge ArthureD
Now yield thee unto meeC
Or fighte with mee or lose thy landeA
Noe better termes maye beeC
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'Unlesse thou sweare upon the roodA
And promise on thy fayeG
Here to returne to Tearne WadlingG
Upon the new yeare's dayG
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'And bringe me worde what thing it isO
All women moste desyreD
This is thy ransome Arthur ' he sayesO
'Ile have noe other hyre '-
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King Arthur then helde up his handeG
And sware upon his fayeG
Then tooke his leave of the grimme baroneM
And faste hee rode awayeG
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And he rode east and he rode westG
And did of all inquyreD
What thing it is all women craveP
And what they most desyreD
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Some told him riches pompe or stateG
Some rayment fine and brighteG
Some told him mirthe some flatteryeG
And some a jollye knighteG
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In letters all King Arthur wroteG
And seal'd them with his ringeI
But still his minde was helde in doubteG
Each tolde a different thingeI
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As ruthfulle he rode over a moreD
He saw a ladye setteG
Betweene an oke and a greene holleyeG
All clad in red scarletteG
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Her nose was crookt and turned outwardeG
Her chin stoode all awryeG
And where as sholde have been her moutheC
Lo there was set her eyeG
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Her haires like serpents clung abouteG
Her cheekes of deadlye heweQ
A worse form'd ladye than she wasO
No man mote ever vieweQ
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To hall the king in seemelye sorteG
This ladye was fulle faineM
But King Arthure all sore amaz'dG
No aunswere made againeM
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'What wight art thou ' the ladye saydG
'That wilt not speake to meeC
Sir I may chance to ease thy paineM
Though I bee foule to see '-
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'If thou wilt ease my paine ' he saydG
'And helpe me in my needeG
Ask what thou wilt thou grimme ladyeG
And it shall bee thy meede '-
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'O sweare mee this upon the roodeG
And promise on thy fayeG
And here the secrette I will telleB
That shall thy ransome paye '-
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King Arthur promis'd on his fayeG
And sare upon the roodeG
The secrette then the ladye toldG
As lightlye well shee cou'deG
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'Now this shall be my paye Sir KingI
And this my guerdon beeG
That some yong fair and courtlye knightG
Thou bringe to marrye mee '-
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Fast then pricked King ArthureD
Ore hille and dale and downeM
And soone he founde the barone's bowreD
And soone the grimme barouneM
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He kare his clubbe upon his backeG
Hee stoode both stiffe and strongeI
And when he had the letters readeG
Awaye the lettres flungeI
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'Nowe yielde thee Arthur and thy landsO
All forfeit unto meeG
For this is not thy paye Sir KingI
Nor may thy ransome bee '-
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'Yet hold thy hand thou proud baroneM
I pray thee hold thy handG
And give mee leave to speake once moreD
In reskewe of my landG
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'This morne as I came over a moreD
I saw a ladye setteG
Betwene an oke and a greene holleyeG
All clad in red scarletteG
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'Shee sayes all women will have their willeB
This is their chief desyreD
Now yield as thou art a barone trueD
That I have payd mine hyre '-
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'An earlye vengeaunce light on her '-
The carlish baron sworeD
'Shee was my sister tolde thee thisO
And shee's a mishapen whoreD
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'But here I will make mine avoweQ
To do her as ill a turneM
For an ever I may that foule theefe getteG
In a fyre I will her burne '-
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Part the SecondG
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Homewarde pricked King ArthureD
And a wearye man was heeG
And soone he mette Queene GueneverD
That bride so bright of bleeB
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'What newes what newes thou noble kingI
Howe Arthur hast thou spedG
Where has thou hung the carlish knighteG
And where bestow'd his head '-
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'The carlish knight is safe for meeG
And free fro mortal harmeG
On magicke grounde his castle standsO
And fenc'd with many a charmeG
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'To bow to him I was fulle faineM
And yielde mee to his handG
And but for a lothly ladye thereD
I sholde have lost my landG
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'And nowe this fills my hearte with woeQ
And sorrowe of my lifeR
I swore a yonge and courtlye knightG
Shold marry her to his wife '-
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Then bespake him Sir GawaineM
That was ever a gentle knighteG
'That lothly ladye I will wedG
Therefore be merrye and lighte '-
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'Now naye nowe naye good Sir GawaineM
My sister's sonne yee beeG
This lothlye ladye's all too grimmeG
And all too foule for yeeG
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'Her nose is crookt and turn'd outwardeG
Her chin stands all awryeG
A worse form'd ladye than shee isO
Was never seen with eye '-
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'What though her chin stand all awryeG
And shee be foule to seeG
I'll marry her unkle for thy sakeG
And I'll thy ransome bee '-
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'Nowe thankes nowe thankes good Sir GawaineM
And a blessing thee betydeG
To morrow we'll have knights and squiresO
And wee'll goe fetch thy brideG
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'And wee'll have hawkes and wee'll have houndesO
To cover our intentG
And wee'll away to the greene forestG
As wee a hunting went '-
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Sir Lancelot Sir Stephen boldeG
They rode with them that dayeG
And foremoste of the companyeG
There rode the stewarde KayeG
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Soe did Sir Banier and Sir BoreD
And eke Sir Garratte keeneM
Sir Tristram too that gentle knightG
To the forest freshe and greeneM
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And when they came to the greene forrestG
Beneathe a faire holley treeG
There sate that ladye in red scarletteG
That unseemlye was to seeG
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Sir Kay beheld that lady's faceO
And looked upon her sweereG
'Whoever kisses that ladye ' he sayesO
'Of his kisse he stands in feare '-
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Sir Kay beheld that ladye againeM
And looked upon her snoutG
'Whoever kisses that ladye ' he sayesO
'Of his kisse he stands in doubt '-
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'Peace brother Kay ' sayde Sir GawaineM
'And amend thee of thy lifeR
For there is a knight amongst us allB
Must marry her to his wife '-
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'What marry this foule queene ' quoth KayG
'I' the devil's name anoneM
Gette mee a wife wherever I mayeG
In sooth shee shall be none '-
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Then some tooke up their hawkes in hasteG
And some took up their houndesO
And sayd they wolde not marry herG
For cities nor for townesO
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Then bespakG

Anonymous Olde English



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