The Canterbury Tales; The Reves Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A A BCDDE EDDDD FFGHC CCCIJ KKAAL LMMCC DDNNL LLLLL OOI M MDDPP OOL E EEEII LLMMM INIL D A A MMLLH H CJD IIMMI ILL J DDDDC CCCOO ENNI ID II D CD| PROLOGUE TO THE REVES TALE | A |
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| The prologe of the Reves Tale | A |
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| Whan folk hadde laughen at this nyce cas | B |
| Of Absolon and hende Nicholas | C |
| Diverse folk diversely they seyde | D |
| But for the moore part they loughe and pleyde | D |
| Ne at this tale I saugh no man hym greve | E |
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| But it were oonly Osewold the Reve | E |
| Bycause he was of carpenteres craft | D |
| A litel ire is in his herte ylaft | D |
| He gan to grucche and blamed it a lite | D |
| 'So theek ' quod he 'ful wel koude I you quite | D |
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| With bleryng of a proud milleres eye | F |
| If that me liste speke of ribaudye | F |
| But ik am oold me list no pley for age | G |
| Gras tyme is doon my fodder is now forage | H |
| This white top writeth myne olde yeris | C |
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| Myn herte is also mowled as myne heris | C |
| But if I fare as dooth an openers | C |
| That ilke fruyt is ever leng the wers | C |
| Til it be roten in mullok or in stree | I |
| We olde men I drede so fare we | J |
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| Til we be roten kan we nat be rype | K |
| We hoppen ay whil that the world wol pype | K |
| For in oure wyl ther stiketh evere a nayl | A |
| To have an hoor heed and a grene tayl | A |
| As hath a leek for thogh oure myght be goon | L |
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| Oure wyl desireth folie evere in oon | L |
| For whan we may nat doon than wol we speke | M |
| Yet in oure asshen olde is fyr yreke | M |
| Foure gleedes han we whiche I shal devyse | C |
| Avauntyng liyng anger coveitise | C |
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| Thise foure sparkles longen unto eelde | D |
| Oure olde lemes mowe wel been unweelde | D |
| But wyl ne shal nat faillen that is sooth | N |
| And yet ik have alwey a coltes tooth | N |
| As many a yeer as it is passed henne | L |
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| Syn that my tappe of lif bigan to renne | L |
| For sikerly whan I was bore anon | L |
| Deeth drough the tappe of lyf and leet it gon | L |
| And ever sithe hath so the tappe yronne | L |
| Til that almoost al empty is the tonne | L |
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| The streem of lyf now droppeth on the chymbe | O |
| The sely tonge may wel rynge and chymbe | O |
| Of wrecchednesse that passed is ful yoore | I |
| With olde folk save dotage is namoore ' | - |
| Whan that oure Hoost hadde herd this sermonyng | M |
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| He gan to speke as lordly as a kyng | M |
| He seide 'What amounteth al this wit | D |
| What shul we speke alday of hooly writ | D |
| The devel made a reve for to preche | P |
| And of a soutere shipman or a leche | P |
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| Sey forth thy tale and tarie nat the tyme | O |
| Lo Depeford and it is half wey pryme | O |
| Lo Grenewych ther many a shrewe is inne | L |
| It were al tyme thy tale to bigynne ' | - |
| 'Now sires ' quod this Osewold the Reve | E |
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| 'I pray yow alle that ye nat yow greve | E |
| Thogh I answere and somdeel sette his howve | E |
| For leveful is with force force of showve | E |
| This dronke Millere hath ytoold us heer | I |
| How that bigyled was a Carpenteer | I |
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| Peraventure in scorn for I am oon | L |
| And by youre leve I shal hym quite anoon | L |
| Right in his cherles termes wol I speke | M |
| I pray to God his nekke mote breke | M |
| He kan wel in myn eye seen a stalke | M |
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| But in his owene he kan nat seen a balke ' | - |
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| Simkin a rich thieving miller of Trumpington Mill near | I |
| Cambridge is well served by two Cambridge clerks of the | N |
| north country who beguile his wife and daughter recover | I |
| the stolen meal which he had hid and leave him well beaten | L |
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| Part | D |
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| THE PROLOGUE TO THE COKES TALE | A |
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| The prologe of the Cokes Tale | A |
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| The Cook of London whil the Reve spak | M |
| For joye him thoughte he clawed him on the bak | M |
| 'Ha ha ' quod he 'for Criste passioun | L |
| This miller hadde a sharp conclusioun | L |
| Upon his argument of herbergage | H |
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| Wel seyde Salomon in his langage | H |
| Ne brynge nat every man into thyn hous ' | - |
| For herberwynge by nyghte is perilous | C |
| Wel oghte a man avysed for to be | J |
| Whom that be broghte into his pryvetee | D |
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| I pray to God so yeve me sorwe and care | I |
| If evere sitthe I highte Hogge of Ware | I |
| Herde I a millere bettre yset awerk | M |
| He hadde a jape of malice in the derk | M |
| But God forbede that we stynte heere | I |
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| And therfore if ye vouche sauf to heere | I |
| A tale of me that am a povre man | L |
| I wol yow telle as wel as evere I kan | L |
| A litel jape that fil in oure citee ' | - |
| Oure Hoost answerde and seide 'I graunte it thee | J |
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| Now telle on Roger looke that it be good | D |
| For many a pastee hastow laten blood | D |
| And many a Jakke of Dovere hastow soold | D |
| That hath been twies hoot and twies cold | D |
| Of many a pilgrim hastow Cristes curs | C |
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| For of thy percely yet they fare the wors | C |
| That they han eten with thy stubbel goos | C |
| For in thy shoppe is many a flye loos | C |
| Now telle on gentil Roger by thy name | O |
| But yet I pray thee be nat wroth for game | O |
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| A man may seye ful sooth in game and pley ' | - |
| 'Thou seist ful sooth ' quod Roger 'by my fey | E |
| But sooth pley quaad pley ' as the Flemyng seith | N |
| And ther fore Herry Bailly by thy feith | N |
| Be thou nat wrooth er we departen heer | I |
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| Though that my tale be of an hostileer | I |
| But nathelees I wol nat telle it yit | D |
| But er we parte ywis thou shalt be quit ' | - |
| And ther with al he lough and made cheere | I |
| And seyde his tale as ye shul after heere | I |
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| THE TALE Unfinished | D |
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| Perkin a London apprentice being dismissed by his | C |
| master seeks his companions in dice revel and disport | D |
Geoffrey Chaucer
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