The Canterbury Tales; Epilogue Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C DEFFF FEFCC GGGGC CFFFF CCGGH HIIII EE GJ KKC J| Part | A |
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| EPILOGUE | B |
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| The wordes of the Hoost to the Phisicien and the Pardoner | C |
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| Oure Hooste gan to swere as he were wood | D |
| 'Harrow ' quod he 'by nayles and by blood | E |
| This was a fals cherl and a fals justice | F |
| As shameful deeth as herte may devyse | F |
| Come to thise juges and hire advocatz | F |
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| Algate this sely mayde is slayn allas | F |
| Allas to deere boughte she beautee | E |
| Wherfore I seye al day as men may see | F |
| That yiftes of Fortune and of Nature | C |
| Been cause of deeth to many a creature | C |
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| Hir beautee was hir deeth I dar wel sayn | G |
| Allas so pitously as she was slayn | G |
| Of bothe yiftes that I speke of now | G |
| Men han ful ofte moore harm than prow | G |
| But trewely myn owene maister deere | C |
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| This is a pitous tale for to heere | C |
| But nathelees passe over is no fors | F |
| I pray to God so save thy gentil cors | F |
| And eek thyne urynals and thy jurdanes | F |
| Thyn ypocras and eek thy Galianes | F |
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| And every boyste ful of thy letuarie | C |
| God blesse hem and oure lady Seinte Marie | C |
| So moot I theen thou art a propre man | G |
| And lyk a prelat by Seint Ronyan | G |
| Seyde I nat wel I kan nat speke in terme | H |
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| But wel I woot thou doost myn herte to erme | H |
| That I almoost have caught a cardyacle | I |
| By corpus bones but I have triacle | I |
| Or elles a draughte of moyste and corny ale | I |
| Or but I heere anon a myrie tale | I |
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| Myn herte is lost for pitee of this mayde | E |
| Thou beelamy thou Pardoner ' he sayde | E |
| 'Telle us som myrthe or japes right anon ' | - |
| 'It shal be doon ' quod he 'by Seint Ronyon | G |
| But first ' quod he 'heere at this ale stake | J |
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| I wol bothe drynke and eten of a cake ' | - |
| And right anon the gentils gonne to crye | K |
| 'Nay lat hym telle us of no ribaudye | K |
| Telle us som moral thyng that we may leere | C |
| Som wit and thanne wol we gladly heere ' | - |
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| 'I graunte ywis ' quod he 'but I moot thynke | J |
| Upon som honeste thyng while that I drynke ' | - |
Geoffrey Chaucer
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