The Canterbury Tales; The Shipmannes Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B CD EEF FGG A HIIE E JJ IAEEB BKLM DB B NAAO D EF AAOOP PEEAA AALLA A O

PartA
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PROLOGUE TO THE SHIPMANNES TALEB
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Here endith the man of lawe his tale And next folwithC
the Shipman his prologD
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Oure Ost upon his stiropes stood anoonE
And seide 'Good men herkeneth everychoonE
This was a thrifty tale for the nonysF
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Sir parisshe preste ' quod he 'for Godis bonysF
Telle us a tale as was thi forward yoreG
I se wel that ye lernede men in loreG
Can meche good bi Godis dignite '-
The parson him answerde 'BenediciteA
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What eyleth the man so synfully to swere '-
Oure Ost answerde 'O Jankyn be ye thereH
I smelle a Lollere in the wynde ' quod heI
'Howe goodmen ' quod oure Hoste 'herkeneth meI
Abyde for Godis digne passiounE
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For we shul han a predicaciounE
This Lollere here wol prechen us somwhat '-
'Nay bi Godis soule that shal he nat '-
Seyde the Shipman 'here shal he not precheJ
He shal no gospel glosen here ne techeJ
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We leven alle in the grete God ' quod heI
'He wolde sowen som difficulteA
Or sprengen cokkel in oure clene cornE
And therfore Ost I warne the bifornE
My joly body shal a tale telleB
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And I shal clynkyn yow so mery a belleB
That I shal wakyn al this companyeK
But it shal not ben of PhilosophieL
Ne phislyas ne termes queynte of laweM
Ther nis but litil Latyn in my mawe '-
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Here endith the Shipman his prolog And next folwyngD
he bigynneth his taleB
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THE TALEB
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Daun John a monk of Paris beguiles the wife of aN
merchant of St Denis by money borrowed from her husbandA
She saves herself on the point of discovery by a readyA
answerO
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END LINKD
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Bihoold the murie wordes of the Hoost to the ShipmanE
and to the lady PrioresseF
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'Wel seyd by corpus dominus ' quod our HoostA
'Now longe moote thou saille by the costA
Sir gentil maister gentil maryneerO
God yeve this monk a thousand last quade yeerO
A ha felawes beth ware of swich a japeP
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The monk putte in the mannes hood an apeP
And in his wyves eek by Seint AustynE
Draweth no monkes moore unto your inE
But now passe over and lat us seke abouteA
Who shal now telle first of al this routeA
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Another tale ' and with that word he saydeA
As curteisly as it had ben a maydeA
'My lady Prioresse by youre leveL
So that I wiste I sholde yow nat greveL
I wolde demen that ye tellen sholdeA
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A tale next if so were that ye woldeA
Now wol ye vouchesauf my lady deere '-
'Gladly ' quod she and seyde as ye shal heereO

Geoffrey Chaucer



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