Shakespeare On The Turf Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AB C D EEE F FGF FEHI FJEF K EL EM E NMNNM E FOEEF E D FEE F PEFF E FEF MQFRSFTEECUF D E E ERK MNM C F KEQ UFF EFV UK E EFFK EE M

An Unpublished DramaA
A Winter's Turf TaleB
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As the public have stood uncomplainingly the publication of a portrait of the Supreme Being they may accept the following drama as the work of William ShakespeareC
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SCENE ID
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SCENE The saddling paddock at a racecourseE
Citizens Battlers Toffs Trainers Flappers Satyrs Bookmakers and Turf ExpertsE
Enter Shortinbras a Trainer and two PuntersE
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FIRST PUNTER Good Shortinbras what thinkest thou of the Fav'riteF
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SHORTINBRAS aside This poltroon would not venture a ducatF
on David to beat a dead donkey a dull and muddy mettled rascalG
To Punter Aye marry Sir I think well of the FavouriteF
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PUNTER And yet I have a billiard marker's wordF
That in this race to day they back GolumpusE
And when they bet they tell me they will knockH
The Favourite for a string of German SausageI
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SHORTINBRAS Aye marry they would tell thee I've no doubtF
It is the way of owners that they tellJ
To billiard markers and the men on tramsE
Just when they mean to bet Go back it back itF
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Tries to shuffle off but Punter detains himK
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PUNTER Nay good Shortinbras what thinkest thou of GolumpusE
Was it not dead last weekL
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SHORTINBRAS Marry sir I think well of GolumpusE
'Tis safer to speak well of the dead betimes they rise againM
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SingsE
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They pulled him barefaced in the mileN
Hey Nonny NonnyM
The Stipes were watching them all the whileN
And the losers swear but the winners smileN
Hey Nonny NonnyM
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Exit ShortinbrasE
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SECOND RUNTER A scurvy knave What meant he by his prateF
Of Fav'rite and outsider and the likeO
Forsooth he told us nothing Follow him closeE
Give him good watch I pray you till we seeE
Just what he does his dough on Follow fastF
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Exeunt PuntersE
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SCENE IID
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The same Bookmakers call Seven to Four on the FieldF
Three to One Bar One Ten to One GolumpusE
Enter Two HeadsE
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FIRST HEAD How goes the battle Did thou catch the lastF
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SECOND HEAD Aye marry did I and the one beforeP
But this has got me beat The Favourite driftsE
And not a single wager has been laidF
About Golumpus Thinkest thou that both are deadF
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Re enter PuntersE
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PUNTER Good morrow Gentlemen I have it coldF
Straight from the owner that Golumpus goesE
Eyes out to win todayF
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FIRST HEAD Prate not to me of owners Hast thou seenM
The good red gold Go in The Jockey's PunterQ
Has he put up the stuff or does he waitF
To get a better price Owner say'st thouR
The owner does the paying and the talkS
Hears the tale afterwards when it gets beatF
And sucks it in as hungry babes suck milkT
Look you how ride the books in motor carsE
While owners go on foot or ride in tramsE
Crushed with the vulgar herd and doomed to hearC
From mouths of striplings that their horse was stiffU
When they themselves are broke from backing itF
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SCENE IIID
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Enter an Owner and a JockeyE
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OWNER 'Tis a good horse A passing good horseE
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JOCKEY I rose him yesternoon it seemed to meE
That in good truth a fairly speedy cowR
Might well outrun himK
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OWNER Thou froward varlet must I say againM
That on the Woop Woop course he ran a mileN
In less than forty with his irons onM
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JOCKEY Then thou should'st bring the Woop Woop course down hereC
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OWNER Thou pestilential scurvy Knave Go toF
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Strikes himK
Alarms and excursions The race is run and Shortinbras entersE
leading in the winnerQ
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FIRST PUNTER And thou hast trained the winner thou thyselfU
Thou complicated liar Didst not sayF
To back Golumpus or the FavouriteF
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SHORTINBRAS Get work For all I ever had of theeE
My children were unfed my wife unclothedF
And I myself condemned to menial toilV
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PUNTER The man who keeps a winner to himselfU
Deserves but death Kills himK
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Enter defeated Owner and JockeyE
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OWNER Thou whoreson Knave thou went into a tranceE
Soon as the barrier lifted and knew naughtF
Of what occurred until they neared the postF
Kills himK
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Curtain falls on ensemble of punters bookmakersE
heads and surviving jockeys and trainersE
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CURTAINM

Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)



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