The Canterbury Tales; Chaucer's Tale Of Sir Thopas Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C DBEFFGG HBIBBBB A AJ G A B B AABAAB GBBBBB JJBJJB JJJJJJ BBABBA BBKBBK AAAALA AABAAB HHBHHB AMBAAB MMAMMA BBMBBM ABBBBB BBLJLL JJNJJNAJJA AAAAAABNN BBBALBOAA AAMBBM HHJHHJ BBABAA BBMBB JJNJJN BBAJJA LLABBA AAAAA BBAJJA BBABBAAAAA A ABBBBB BBMBBB AAABBA BBABBA BBAA B BBBP PBBJ AABBA A JBB BBPart | A |
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PROLOGUE TO CHAUCER'S TALE OF SIR THOPAS | B |
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Bihoold the murye wordes of the Hoost to Chaucer | C |
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Whan seyd was al this miracle every man | D |
As sobre was that wonder was to se | B |
Til that oure Hooste japen tho bigan | E |
And thanne at erst he looked upon me | F |
And seyde thus 'What man artow ' quod he | F |
'Thow lookest as thou woldest fynde an hare | G |
For ever upon the ground I se thee stare | G |
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Approche neer and looke up murily | H |
Now war yow sires and lat this man have place | B |
He in the waast is shape as wel as I | I |
This were a popet in an arm tenbrace | B |
For any womman smal and fair of face | B |
He semeth elvyssh by his contenaunce | B |
For unto no wight dooth he daliaunce | B |
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Sey now somwhat syn oother folk han sayd | A |
Telle us a tale of myrthe and that anon ' | - |
'Hooste ' quod I 'ne beth nat yvele apayed | A |
For oother tale certes kan I noon | J |
But of a ryme I lerned longe agoon ' | - |
'Ye that is good ' quod he 'now shul we heere | G |
Som deyntee thyng me thynketh by his cheere ' | - |
Part | A |
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SIR THOPAS | B |
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Heere bigynneth Chaucers tale of Thopas | B |
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Listeth lordes in good entent | A |
And I wol telle verrayment | A |
Of myrthe and of solas | B |
Al of a knyght was fair and gent | A |
In bataille and in tourneyment | A |
His name was Sir Thopas | B |
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Yborn he was in fer contree | G |
In Flaundres al biyonde the see | B |
At Poperyng in the place | B |
His fader was a man ful free | B |
And lord he was of that contree | B |
As it was Goddes grace | B |
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Sir Thopas wax a doghty swayn | J |
Whit was his face as payndemayn | J |
Hise lippes rede as rose | B |
His rode is lyk scarlet in grayn | J |
And I yow telle in good certayn | J |
He hadde a semely nose | B |
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His heer his berd was lyk saffroun | J |
That to his girdel raughte adoun | J |
Hise shoon of Cordewane | J |
Of Brugges were his hosen broun | J |
His robe was of syklatoun | J |
That coste many a jane | J |
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He koude hunte at wilde deer | B |
And ride an haukyng for river | B |
With grey goshauk on honde | A |
Therto he was a good archeer | B |
Of wrastlyng was ther noon his peer | B |
Ther any ram shal stonde | A |
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Ful many a mayde bright in bour | B |
They moorne for hym paramour | B |
Whan hem were bet to slepe | K |
But he was chaast and no lechour | B |
And sweete as is the brembulflour | B |
That bereth the rede hepe | K |
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And so bifel upon a day | A |
Frosothe as I yow telle may | A |
Sir Thopas wolde out ride | A |
He worth upon his steede gray | A |
And in his hand a launcegay | L |
A long swerd by his side | A |
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The priketh thurgh a fair forest | A |
Therinne is many a wilde best | A |
Ye both bukke and hare | B |
And as he priketh north and est | A |
I telle it yow hym hadde almest | A |
Bitidde a sory care | B |
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Ther spryngen herbes grete and smale | H |
The lycorys and cetewale | H |
And many a clowe gylofre | B |
And notemuge to putte in ale | H |
Wheither it be moyste or stale | H |
Or for to leye in cofre | B |
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The briddes synge it is no nay | A |
The sparhauk and the papejay | M |
That joye it was to heere | B |
The thrustelcok made eek hir lay | A |
The wodedowve upon a spray | A |
She sang ful loude and cleere | B |
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Sir Thopas fil in love longynge | M |
Al whan he herde the thrustel synge | M |
And pryked as he were wood | A |
His faire steede in his prikynge | M |
So swatte that men myghte him wrynge | M |
His sydes were al blood | A |
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Sir Thopas eek so wery was | B |
For prikyng on the softe gras | B |
So fiers was his corage | M |
That doun he leyde him in that plas | B |
To make his steede som solas | B |
And yaf hym good forage | M |
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'O seinte Marie benedicite | A |
What eyleth this love at me | B |
To bynde me so soore | B |
Me dremed al this nyght pardee | B |
An elf queene shal my lemman be | B |
And slepe under my goore | B |
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An elf queene wol I love ywis | B |
For in this world no womman is | B |
Worthy to be my make | L |
In towne | J |
Alle othere wommen I forsake | L |
And to an elf queene I me take | L |
By dale and eek by downe ' | - |
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Into his sadel he clamb anon | J |
And priketh over stile and stoon | J |
An elf queene for tespye | N |
Til he so longe hadde riden and goon | J |
That he foond in a pryve woon | J |
The contree of Fairye | N |
So wilde | A |
For in that contree was ther noon | J |
That to him dorste ryde or goon | J |
Neither wyf ne childe | A |
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Til that ther cam a greet geaunt | A |
His name was Sir Olifaunt | A |
A perilous man of dede | A |
He seyde 'Child by Termagaunt | A |
But if thou prike out of myn haunt | A |
Anon I sle thy steede | A |
With mace | B |
Heere is the queene of Fayerye | N |
With harpe and pipe and symphonye | N |
Dwellyng in this place ' | - |
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The child seyde 'Also moote I thee | B |
Tomorwe wol I meete with thee | B |
Whan I have myn armoure | B |
And yet I hope par ma fay | A |
That thou shalt with this launcegay | L |
Abyen it ful sowre | B |
Thy mawe | O |
Shal I percen if I may | A |
Er it be fully pryme of day | A |
For heere thow shalt be slawe ' | - |
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Sir Thopas drow abak ful faste | A |
This geant at hym stones caste | A |
Out of a fel staf slynge | M |
But faire escapeth Child Thopas | B |
And al it was thurgh Goddes gras | B |
And thurgh his fair berynge | M |
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Yet listeth lordes to my tale | H |
Murier than the nightyngale | H |
For now I wol yow rowne | J |
How Sir Thopas with sydes smale | H |
Prikyng over hill and dale | H |
Is comen agayn to towne | J |
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His murie men comanded he | B |
To make hym bothe game and glee | B |
For nedes moste he fighte | A |
With a geaunt with hevedes three | B |
For paramour and jolitee | A |
Of oon that shoon ful brighte | A |
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'Do come he seyde 'my mynstrales | B |
And geestours for to tellen tales | B |
Anon in myn armynge | M |
Of romances that been roiales | B |
Of Popes and of Cardinales | B |
And eek of love likynge ' | - |
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They fette hym first the sweete wyn | J |
And mede eek in a mazelyn | J |
And roial spicerye | N |
And gyngebreed that was ful fyn | J |
And lycorys and eek comyn | J |
With sugre that is so trye | N |
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He dide next his white leere | B |
Of clooth of lake fyn and cleere | B |
A breech and eek a sherte | A |
And next his sherte an aketoun | J |
And over that an haubergeoun | J |
For percynge of his herte | A |
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And over that a fyn hawberk | L |
Was al ywroght of Jewes werk | L |
Ful strong it was of plate | A |
And over that his cote armour | B |
As whit as is a lilye flour | B |
In which he wol debate | A |
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His sheeld was al of gold so reed | A |
And therinne was a bores heed | A |
A charbocle bisyde | A |
And there he swoor on ale and breed | A |
How that 'the geaunt shal be deed | A |
Bityde what bityde ' | - |
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Hise jambeux were of quyrboilly | B |
His swerdes shethe of yvory | B |
His helm of laton bright | A |
His sadel was of rewel boon | J |
His brydel as the sonne shoon | J |
Or as the moone light | A |
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His spere it was of fyn ciprees | B |
That bodeth werre and no thyng pees | B |
The heed ful sharpe ygrounde | A |
His steede was al dappull gray | B |
It gooth an ambil in the way | B |
Ful softely and rounde | A |
In londe | A |
Loo lordes myne heere is a fit | A |
If ye wol any moore of it | A |
To telle it wol I fonde | A |
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The Second Fit | A |
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Now holde youre mouth par charitee | A |
Bothe knyght and lady free | B |
And herkneth to my spelle | B |
Of batailles and of chivalry | B |
And of ladyes love drury | B |
Anon I wol yow telle | B |
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Men speken of romances of prys | B |
Of Hornchild and of Ypotys | B |
Of Beves and Sir Gy | M |
Of Sir Lybeux and Pleyndamour | B |
But Sir Thopas he bereth the flour | B |
Of roial chivalry | B |
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His goode steede al he bistrood | A |
And forth upon his wey he glood | A |
As sparcle out of the bronde | A |
Upon his creest he bar a tour | B |
And therinne stiked a lilie flour | B |
God shilde his cors fro shonde | A |
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And for he was a knyght auntrous | B |
He nolde slepen in noon hous | B |
But liggen in his hoode | A |
His brighte helm was his wonger | B |
And by hym baiteth his dextrer | B |
Of herbes fyne and goode | A |
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Hym self drank water of the well | B |
As dide the knyght sir Percyvell | B |
So worly under wede | A |
Til on a day | A |
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Heere the Hoost stynteth Chaucer of his Tale of Thopas | B |
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'Na moore of this for Goddes dignitee ' | - |
Quod oure hooste 'for thou makest me | B |
So wery of thy verray lewednesse | B |
That also wisly God my soule blesse | B |
Min eres aken of thy drasty speche | P |
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Now swich a rym the devel I biteche | P |
This may wel be rym dogerel ' quod he | B |
'Why so ' quod I 'why wiltow lette me | B |
Moore of my tale than another man | J |
Syn that it is the beste tale I kan ' | - |
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'By God ' quod he 'for pleynly at a word | A |
Thy drasty rymyng is nat worth a toord | A |
Thou doost noght elles but despendest tyme | B |
Sir at o word thou shalt no lenger ryme | B |
Lat se wher thou kanst tellen aught in geeste | A |
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Or telle in prose somwhat at the leeste | A |
In which ther be som murthe or som doctryne ' | - |
'Gladly ' quod I 'by Goddes sweete pyne | J |
I wol yow telle a litel thyng in prose | B |
That oghte liken yow as I suppose | B |
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Or elles certes ye been to daungerous | B |
It is a moral tale | B |
Geoffrey Chaucer
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