The Borough. Letter Xii: Players Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCBBC DEDEEFEEF GGH GIIJJKKD KLLMMNNBBOOEEPPQQDDR RDDSSDDRREERRH DDRRTTMMDDUUVVRRWWDD EEX EYYRRDDDDRRXXDDI DDDC DDDDRRDDKKDDZZA2A2UU RRB2B2CCEEC2C2RRKKD2 D2RRDDR E2E2F2F2EEDDG2G2H2H2 UUCCFFI2I2SSJ2K2L2L2 M2M2N2N2O2H2SSP2P2DD KThese are monarchs none respect | A |
Heroes yet an humbled crew | B |
Nobles whom the crowd correct | A |
Wealthy men whom duns pursue | B |
Beauties shrinking from the view | B |
Of the day's detecting eye | C |
Lovers who with much ado | B |
Long forsaken damsels woo | B |
And heave the ill feign'd sigh | C |
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These are misers craving means | D |
Of existence through the day | E |
Famous scholars conning scenes | D |
Of a dull bewildering play | E |
Ragged beaux and misses gray | E |
Whom the rabble praise and blame | F |
Proud and mean and sad and gay | E |
Toiling after ease are they | E |
Infamous and boasting fame | F |
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DRAWN by the annual call we now behold | G |
Our Troop Dramatic heroes known of old | G |
And those since last they march'd enlisted and | H |
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enrolled | G |
Mounted on hacks or borne in waggons some | I |
The rest on foot the humbler brethren come | I |
Three favour'd places an unequal time | J |
Join to support this company sublime | J |
Ours for the longer period see how light | K |
Yon parties move their former friends in sight | K |
Whose claims are all allow'd and friendship glads | D |
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the night | K |
Now public rooms shall sound with words divine | L |
And private lodgings hear how heroes shine | L |
No talk of pay shall yet on pleasure steal | M |
But kindest welcome bless the friendly meal | M |
While o'er the social jug and decent cheer | N |
Shall be described the fortunes of the year | N |
Peruse these bills and see what each can do | B |
Behold the prince the slave the monk the Jew | B |
Change but the garment and they'll all engage | O |
To take each part and act in every age | O |
Cull'd from all houses what a house are they | E |
Swept from all barns our Borough critics say | E |
But with some portion of a critic's ire | P |
We all endure them there are some admire | P |
They might have praise confined to farce alone | Q |
Full well they grin they should not try to groan | Q |
But then our servants' and our seamen's wives | D |
Love all that rant and rapture as their lives | D |
He who 'Squire Richard's part could well sustain | R |
Finds as King Richard he must roar amain | R |
'My horse my horse ' Lo now to their abodes | D |
Come lords and lovers empresses and gods | D |
The master mover of these scenes has made | S |
No trifling gain in this adventurous trade | S |
Trade we may term it for he duly buys | D |
Arms out of use and undirected eyes | D |
These he instructs and guides them as he can | R |
And vends each night the manufactured man | R |
Long as our custom lasts they gladly stay | E |
Then strike their tents like Tartars and away | E |
The place grows bare where they too long remain | R |
But grass will rise ere they return again | R |
Children of Thespes welcome knights and | H |
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queens | D |
Counts barons beauties when before your scenes | D |
And mighty monarchs thund'ring from your throne | R |
Then step behind and all your glory's gone | R |
Of crown and palace throne and guards bereft | T |
The pomp is vanish'd and the care is left | T |
Yet strong and lively is the joy they feel | M |
When the full house secures the plenteous meal | M |
Flatt'ring and flatter'd each attempts to raise | D |
A brother's merits for a brother's praise | D |
For never hero shows a prouder heart | U |
Than he who proudly acts a hero's part | U |
Nor without cause the boards we know can yield | V |
Place for fierce contest like the tented field | V |
Graceful to tread the stage to be in turn | R |
The prince we honour and the knave we spurn | R |
Bravely to bear the tumult of the crowd | W |
The hiss tremendous and the censure loud | W |
These are their parts and he who these sustains | D |
Deserves some praise and profit for his pains | D |
Heroes at least of gentler kind are they | E |
Against whose swords no weeping widows pray | E |
No blood their fury sheds nor havoc marks their | X |
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way | E |
Sad happy race soon raised and soon depress'd | Y |
Your days all pass'd in jeopardy and jest | Y |
Poor without prudence with afflictions vain | R |
Not warn'd by misery not enrich'd by gain | R |
Whom Justice pitying chides from place to place | D |
A wandering careless wretched merry race | D |
Whose cheerful looks assume and play the parts | D |
Of happy rovers with repining hearts | D |
Then cast off care and in the mimic pain | R |
Of tragic woe feel spirits light and vain | R |
Distress and hope the mind's the body's wear | X |
The man's affliction and the actor's tear | X |
Alternate times of fasting and excess | D |
Are yours ye smiling children of distress | D |
Slaves though ye be your wandering freedom | I |
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seems | D |
And with your varying views and restless schemes | D |
Your griefs are transient as your joys are dreams | D |
Yet keen those griefs ah what avail thy | C |
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charms | D |
Fair Juliet what that infant in thine arms | D |
What those heroic lines thy patience learns | D |
What all the aid thy present Romeo earns | D |
Whilst thou art crowded in that lumbering wain | R |
With all thy plaintive sisters to complain | R |
Nor is there lack of labour To rehearse | D |
Day after day poor scraps of prose and verse | D |
To bear each other's spirit pride and spite | K |
To hide in rant the heart ache of the night | K |
To dress in gaudy patchwork and to force | D |
The mind to think on the appointed course | D |
This is laborious and may be defined | Z |
The bootless labour of the thriftless mind | Z |
There is a veteran Dame I see her stand | A2 |
Intent and pensive with her book in hand | A2 |
Awhile her thoughts she forces on her part | U |
Then dwells on objects nearer to the heart | U |
Across the room she paces gets her tone | R |
And fits her features for the Danish throne | R |
To night a queen I mark her motion slow | B2 |
I hear her speech and Hamlet's mother know | B2 |
Methinks 'tis pitiful to see her try | C |
For strength of arms and energy of eye | C |
With vigour lost and spirits worn away | E |
Her pomp and pride she labours to display | E |
And when awhile she's tried her part to act | C2 |
To find her thoughts arrested by some fact | C2 |
When struggles more and more severe are seen | R |
In the plain actress than the Danish queen | R |
At length she feels her part she finds delight | K |
And fancies all the plaudits of the night | K |
Old as she is she smiles at every speech | D2 |
And thinks no youthful part beyond her reach | D2 |
But as the mist of vanity again | R |
Is blown away by press of present pain | R |
Sad and in doubt she to her purse applies | D |
For cause of comfort where no comfort lies | D |
Then to her task she sighing turns again | R |
'Oh Hamlet thou hast cleft my heart in twain ' | - |
And who that poor consumptive wither'd thing | E2 |
Who strains her slender throat and strives to sing | E2 |
Panting for breath and forced her voice to drop | F2 |
And far unlike the inmate of the shop | F2 |
Where she in youth and health alert and gay | E |
Laugh'd off at night the labours of the day | E |
With novels verses fancy's fertile powers | D |
And sister converse pass'd the evening hours | D |
But Cynthia's soul was soft her wishes strong | G2 |
Her judgment weak and her conclusions wrong | G2 |
The morning call and counter were her dread | H2 |
And her contempt the needle and the thread | H2 |
But when she read a gentle damsel's part | U |
Her woe her wish she had them all by heart | U |
At length the hero of the boards drew nigh | C |
Who spake of love till sigh re echo'd sigh | C |
He told in honey'd words his deathless flame | F |
And she his own by tender vows became | F |
Nor ring nor licence needed souls so fond | I2 |
Alfonso's passion was his Cynthia's bond | I2 |
And thus the simple girl to shame betray'd | S |
Sinks to the grave forsaken and dismay'd | S |
Sick without pity sorrowing without hope | J2 |
See her the grief and scandal of the troop | K2 |
A wretched martyr to a childish pride | L2 |
Her woe insulted and her praise denied | L2 |
Her humble talents though derided used | M2 |
Her prospects lost her confidence abused | M2 |
All that remains for she not long can brave | N2 |
Increase of evils is an early grave | N2 |
Ye gentle Cynthias of the shop take heed | O2 |
What dreams you cherish and what books ye read | H2 |
A decent sum had Peter Nottage made | S |
By joining bricks to him a thriving trade | S |
Of his employment master and his wife | P2 |
This humble tradesman led a lordly life | P2 |
The house of kings and heroes lack'd repairs | D |
And Peter though reluctant served the Players | D |
Connected thus he heard in way polite | K |
'Come Master Nottage see us play to night ' | - |
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George Crabbe
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