The Wright's Chaste Wife Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Allemyghty god maker of alleA
Saue you my souereyns in towre halleA
And send you good graceB
If ye wylle a stounde blynneC
Of a story I wylle begynneC
And telle you alle the casD
Meny farleyes aue herdeE
Ye would haue wondyr how yt ferdeE
Lystyn and ye schalle hereF
Of a wryght I wylle you telleA
That some tyme in thys land gan dwelleA
And lyued by hys mysterF
Whether that he were yn or outeE
Of erthely man hadde he no dowteE
To werke hows harowe nor plowghG
Or other werkes what so they wereF
Thous wrought he hem farre and nereF
And dyd tham wele I noughG
Thys wryght would wedde no wyfeG
Butt yn yougeth to lede hys lyfeG
In myrthe and o odyE
Ouer alle where he gan wendeE
Alle they seyd 'welcome frendeE
Sytt downe and do gla d ly 'H
Tylle on a tyme he was wyllyngI
As tyme comyth of alle thyngI
So seyth the profesyeJ
A wyfe for to wedde haueK
That myght hys goodes kepe saueD
And for to leue alle folyA
Ther dwellyd a wydowe in treF
That hadde a doughter feyre freF
Of her word sprang wydeE
For sche was bothe stabylle treweL
Meke of maners and feyre of heweL
So seyd men in that tydeE
The wryght seyde 'so god me saueD
Such a wyfe would I haueK
To lye nyghtly by my syde 'H
He to speke wythM
And rose erly on a dayeF
And an he to rydeE
The wryght was welcome toE
And her saluyd alle so blyveG
And so he dyd her doughter freF
For the erand that he for cameN
Tho he spake d yemaneC
Than to hym seyd scheO
The wydow seyd 'by heuen kyngI
I may geue wyth her no r And thynketh meP
Saue a garlond I wylle the geueQ
Ye schalle neuer see whyle ye lyveG
None such in thys contreF
Haue here thys garlond of roses rycheO
In alle thys lond ys none yt lycheO
For ytt wylle euer be neweL
Wete e withowtyn fableA
Alle the whyle thy wyfe ys stableA
The chaplett wolle hold heweL
And yf thy wyfe vse putryF
Or tolle eny man to lye her byR
Than wolle yt change heweL
And by the garlond seeP
Fekylle or fals yf e beP
Or ellys yf sche be trewe 'H
Of thys chaplett hym was fulle fayneC
And of hys wyfe was nott to layneC
He weddyd her fulle soneC
And ladde her home wyth solempniteE
And hyld her brydalle dayes threF
Whan they home comeS
Thys wryght in hys hart castE
If that he walkyd est or westE
As he was wonte to doneC
'My wyfe so bryght of bleA
Men wolle desyre here fro meP
And tly and sone 'H
Butt sone he hym by br That a chambyr schuld be wroughtE
Bothe of lyme and stoneC
Wyth wallys strong as eny steleA
And dorres sotylly made and weleA
He owte framyd yt soneC
The chambyr he lett make fastE
Wyth plaster of parys le lastE
Such ous know I neuer noneC
Ther ys kyng ne emperoureF
And he were lockyn in reF
That cowde gete owte of neC
Nowe hath he done as heC
And in the myddes of the flore wroughtE
A wondyr strange gyleA
A trapdoure rounde abowteE
That no man myght come yn nor owteE
It was made wyth a wyleA
That who so touchyd yt eny thyngI
In to he schuld flyngI
Wythyn a lytylle whyleA
For hys wyfe he made that placeD
That no man schuld beseke her of graceD
Nor her to begyleA
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By e of the towneC
Hadde ordeynyd tymbyr redy bowneC
An halle to make of treF
After the wryght the lord lett sendeE
For schuld wyth hym lendeE
Monythys two or threF
The lord seyd 'woult eC
I wylle send after her blyveG
That sche may com to the '-
The wryght hys garlond hadde take wyth hymP
That was bryght and no mmeP
Yt wes feyre on to seeC
The lord axyd hym as he sattE
'Felowe where hadyst hatteE
That ys so feyre and newe '-
The wryght answerd alle so blyueF
And seyd 'syr I hadde yt wyth my wyfeG
And e me neuere reweL
Syr by my garlond I may seeC
Fekylle or fals yf e beC
Or yf e be treweL
And yf my wyfe loue a paramoureF
Than wylle my garlond vade coloureF
And change wylle yt the hewe '-
The lord 'by godys myghtE
That wylle I wete thys same nyghtE
Whether thys tale be trewe '-
To the wryghtys howse anon he wentE
He fonde the wyfe ther in presenteE
That was so bryght and scheneC
Sone he hayled her trewlyA
And so dyd sche the lord curteslyA
Sche seyd 'welcome ye be '-
Thus seyd the wyfe of the howsC
'Syr howe faryth my swete spowseC
That hewyth vppon youre tre '-
'Sertes dame ' he seyd 'weleA
And I am come so haue I heleA
To wete the wylle of theM
My loue ys so vppon the castE
That me thynketh my hert wolle brestE
It wolle none otherwyse beC
Good dame graunt me thy graceC
To pley with the in some preuy placeC
For gold and eke for fee '-
'Good syr lett be youre fareF
And of such wordes speke no mareF
For hys loue d on treF
Hadde we onys begonneC
My husbond by his garlond myght seeC
For sorowe he would wexe woode '-
'Certes dame ' he seyd 'nayeF
Loue me I pray you in mayeF
For godys loue change thy modeE
Forty marke schalle be youre medeE
Of syluer and of gold so redeE
And that schalle do the good '-
'Syr that deede schalle be doneC
Take me that mony here anone '-
'I swere by the holy rodeE
I thought when I cam hyddereF
For to bryng yt alle to gyddereF
As I mott breke my heele '-
Ther sche toke xl markeI
Of syluer and gold styff and sterkeI
Sche toke yt feyre and welleA
Sche seyd 'in to the chambyr wylle weC
Ther no man schalle vs seeC
No lenger wylle we spare '-
Vp the steyer they gan hyeF
The stepes were made so queyntlyA
That farther myght he nott fareF
The lord stumbyllyd as he went in hastE
He felle doune in to steE
Forty fote and somedele moreF
The lord began to cryeF
The wyfe seyd to hym in hyeF
'Syr what do ye there '-
'Dame I can nott seye howeL
That I am come hydder noweL
To thys hows so neweL
I am so depe in thys sure floreF
That I ne can come owte att no doreF
Good dame on me e '-
'Nay ' sche seyd 'so mut y theM
Tylle myne husbond come and seC
I schrewe hym '-
The lord arose and lokyd abowteE
If he myght eny where gete owteE
But yt holpe hym ryght noghtE
The wallys were so thycke wythynC
That he no where myght owte wynneC
But helpe to hym were broughtE
And euer the lord made euylle chereF
And seyd 'dame alt by thys dere '-
Sche seyd that sche ne roughtE
Sche seyd 'I recke nereF
Whyle I am here and thereF
I schrewe herre doth drede '-
The lord was sone owte of herF
The wyfe went in to her lofteE
Sche satte and dyd here dedeE
Than yt felle on r dayeF
Of mete and drynke he gan her prayF
There of he hadde gret nedeE
He seyd 'dame for seynt charyteE
Wyth some mete fort me '-
Sche seyd 'nay so god me spedeE
For I swere by swete seynt IohneC
Mete ne drynke ne getyst eC
Butt t swete or swynkeI
For I haue both hempe and lyneC
And a betyngstocke fulle fyneC
And a swyngylle good and greteE
If t worke tell me sone '-
'Dame bryng yt forthe yt schalle be doneC
Fulle gladly would I ete '-
Sche toke the stocke in her hondeE
And in to the pytt sche yt sclangI
Wyth a grete heteE
Sche brought the lyne and hempe on her backeI
'Syr lord ' sche seyd 'haueC
And lerne for to swete '-
Ther sche toke hym a bondeE
For to occupy hys hondeE
And bade hym fast on to beteE
He leyd yt downe on the stoneC
And leyd on strockes welle good woneC
And sparyd nott on to leyneC
Whan hadde wrought a thraueF
Mete and drynke he gan to craueF
And would haue hadde yt fayneC
'That I hadde somewhat for to eteE
Now after my gret sweteE
Me thynketh yt were ryghtE
For I haue labouryd nyght and dayeF
The for to plese dame I sayeF
And therto putt my myght '-
The wyfe seyd 'so mutt I haue heleA
And yf e be wrought weleA
Thou schalt haue to dyne '-
Mete and drynke sche hym bareF
Wyth a thrafe of flex mareF
Of fulle long boundyn lyneC
So feyre the wyfe the lord gan prayeF
That he schuld be werkyng ayeF
And nought schuld blynneC
The lord was fayne to werke thoM
Butt hys men knewe nott of hys wooL
Nor of des pyneC
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The stuard to ht gan sayeF
'Sawe e of my lord to dayeF
Whether that he ys wende '-
The wryght answerde and seyd 'nayeF
I sawe hym nott syth yesterdayeF
I trowe be schent '-
The stuard stode ht byF
And of hys garlond hadde ferlyA
What be menteE
The stuard seyd 'so god me saueC
Of thy garlond wondyr I haueC
And who yt hath the sent '-
'Syr ' he seyd 'be the same hatteE
I can knowe yf my wyfe be baddeE
To meC

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