Anelida And Arcite Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Thou ferse god of armes Mars the redeA
That in the frosty contre called TraceB
Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeA
Honoured art as patroun of that placeB
With thy Bellona Pallas ful of graceB
Be present and my song contynue and guyeC
At my begynnyng thus to the I cryeC
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For hit ful depe is sonken in my myndeA
With pitous hert in Englyssh to endyteA
This olde storie in Latyn which I fyndeA
Of quene Anelida and fals ArciteA
That elde which that al can frete and biteA
As hit hath freten mony a noble storieD
Hath nygh devoured out of oure memorieD
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Be favorable eke thou PolymyaC
On Parnaso that with thy sustres gladeA
By Elycon not fer from CirreaD
Singest with vois memorial in the shadeA
Under the laurer which that may not fadeA
And do that I my ship to haven wynneE
First folowe I Stace and after him CorynneE
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The StoryD
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Iamque domos patrias Cithice post aspera gentisB
Prelia laurigero subeunte Thesea curruD
Letifici plausus missusque ad sidera vulgiF
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When Theseus with werres longe and greteA
The aspre folk of Cithe had overcomeG
With laurer corouned in his char gold beteA
Hom to his contre houses is he comeG
For which the peple blisful al and sommeG
So cry e den that to the sterres hit wenteA
And him to honouren dide al her ententeA
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Beforn this duk in signe of victorieD
The trompes come and in his baner largeF
The ymage of Mars and in tokenyng of glorieD
Men myghte sen of tresour many a chargeF
Many a bright helm and many a spere and targeF
Many a fresh knyght and many a blysful routeA
On hors on fote in al the feld abouteA
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Ipolita his wif the hardy queneE
Of Cithia that he conquered haddeA
With Emelye her yonge suster sheneE
Faire in a char of gold he with him laddeA
That al the ground about her char she spraddeA
With brightnesse of the beaute in her faceB
Fulfilled of largesse and of alle graceB
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With his tryumphe and laurer corouned thusB
In al the flour of Fortunes yevyngeF
Let I this noble prince TheseusB
Toward Athenes in his wey rydingeF
And founde I wol in shortly for to bringeF
The slye wey of that I gan to writeA
Of quene Anelida and fals ArciteA
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Mars which that through his furious cours of ireD
The olde wrathe of Juno to fulfilleH
Hath set the peples hertes bothe on fireD
Of Thebes and Grece everich other to killeH
With blody speres ne rested never stilleH
But throng now her now ther among hem botheI
That everych other slough so were they wrotheI
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For when Amphiorax and TydeusB
Ipomedon Parthonope alsoB
Were ded and slayn proude CampaneusB
And when the wrecched Thebans bretheren twoJ
Were slayn and kyng Adrastus hom agoB
So desolat stod Thebes and so bareD
That no wight coude remedie of his fareD
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And when the olde Creon gan espyeC
How that the blood roial was broght a dounE
He held the cite by his tyrannyeC
And dyde the gentils of that regiounE
To ben his frendes and wonnen in the tounE
So what for love of him and what for aweK
The noble folk were to the toun idraweK
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Among al these Anelida the queneE
Of Ermony was in that toun dwellyngeF
That fairer was then is the sonne sheneE
Thurghout the world so gan her name springeF
That her to seen had every wyght likyngeF
For as of trouthe is ther noon her lycheL
Of al the women in this worlde richeL
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Yong was this quene of twenty yer of eldeA
Of mydel stature and of such fairenesseB
That Nature had a joye her to beheldeA
And for to speken of her stidfastnesseB
She passed hath Penelope and LucresseB
And shortly yf she shal be comprehendedA
In her ne myghte no thing been amendedA
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This Theban knyght Arcite eke soth to seynE
Was yong and therwithal a lusty knyghtA
But he was double in love and no thing pleynE
And subtil in that craft over any wyghtA
And with his kunnyng wan this lady bryghtA
For so ferforth he gan her trouthe assureD
That she him trusted over any creatureD
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What shuld I seyn She loved Arcite soB
That when that he was absent any throweK
Anon her thoghte her herte brast a twoK
For in her sight to her he bar hym loweK
So that she wende have al his hert yknoweK
But he was fals hit nas but feyned chereD
As nedeth not to men such craft to lereD
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But nevertheles ful mykel besynesseB
Had he er that he myghte his lady wynneE
And swor he wolde dyen for distresseB
Or from his wit he seyde he wolde twynneE
Alas the while For hit was routhe and synneE
That she upon his sorowes wolde reweK
But nothing thinketh the fals as doth the treweK
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Her fredom fond Arcite in such manereD
That al was his that she hath moche or lyteA
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Ne to no creature made she chereD
Ferther then that hit lyked to ArciteA
Ther nas no lak with which he myghte her witeA
She was so ferforth yeven hym to pleseB
That al that lyked hym hit dyde her eseB
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Ther nas to her no maner lettre sentA
That touched love from any maner wyghtA
That she ne shewed hit him er hit was brentA
So pleyn she was and dide her fulle myghtA
That she nyl hiden nothing from her knyghtA
Lest he of any untrouthe her upbreydeA
Withoute bode his heste she obeydeA
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And eke he made him jelous over hereD
That what that any man had to her seydA
Anoon he wolde preyen her to swereD
What was that word or make him evel apaidA
Then wende she out of her wyt have breydA
But al this nas but sleght and flaterieD
Withoute love he feyned jelousyeC
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And al this tok she so debonerlyH
That al his wil her thoghte hit skilful thingM
And ever the lenger she loved him tendirlyH
And dide him honour as he were a kyngM
Her herte was to him wedded with a ringM
So ferforth upon trouthe is her ententeA
That wher he gooth her herte with him wenteA
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When she shal ete on him is so her thoghtA
That wel unnethe of mete tok she kepN
And when that she was to her reste broghtA
On him she thoghte alwey til that she slepN
When he was absent prevely she wepN
Thus lyveth feire Anelida the queneE
For fals Arcite that dide her al this teneE
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This fals Arcite of his newfanglenesseB
For she to him so lowly was and treweK
Tok lesse deynte of her stidfastnesseB
And saw another lady proud and neweK
And ryght anon he cladde him in her heweK
Wot I not whethir in white rede or greneE
And falsed fair Anelida the queneE
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But neverthelesse gret wonder was hit noonE
Thogh he were fals for hit is kynde of manE
Sith Lamek was that is so longe agoonE
To ben in love as fals as evere he canE
He was the firste fader that beganE
To loven two and was in bigamyeC
And he found tentes first but yf men lyeC
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This fals Arcite sumwhat moste he feyneE
When he wex fals to covere his traitorieD
Ryght as an hors that can both bite and pleyneE
For he bar her on honde of trecherieD
And swor he coude her doublenesse espieN
And al was falsnes that she to him menteA
Thus swor this thef and forth his way he wenteA
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Alas what herte myght enduren hitA
For routhe and wo her sorwe for to telleH
Or what man hath the cunnyng or the witA
Or what man mighte within the chambre dwelleH
Yf I to him rehersen sholde the helleH
That suffreth fair Anelida the queneE
For fals Arcite that dide her al this teneE
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She wepith waileth swowneth pitouslyH
To grounde ded she falleth as a stonE
Craumpyssheth her lymes crokedlyH
She speketh as her wit were al agonE
Other colour then asshen hath she noonE
Non other word speketh she moche or lyteA
But 'Merci cruel herte myn Arcite '-
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And thus endureth til that she was so matA
That she ne hath foot on which she may susteneE
But forth languisshing evere in this estatA
Of which Arcite hath nouther routhe ne teneE
His herte was elleswhere newe and greneE
That on her wo ne deyneth him not to thinkeM
Him rekketh never wher she flete or synkeM
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His newe lady holdeth him so naroweK
Up by the bridil at the staves endeA
That every word he dredeth as an aroweK
Her daunger made him bothe bowe and bendeA
And as her liste made him turne or wendeA
For she ne graunted him in h-

Geoffrey Chaucer



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