The Brus Book Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDDEEBAFCGGHHGGEEHI AAHHJEEIIIIIKIEEAALH HHEBIIIJLHFFFFAAMMHH FA FFFFNCAAA GGFFFFHHIIFFEEFCFFIA EE I HHEFCIEEOIAAHHFFEHHH HHEHHHHHIIHHFFHHFFFH FFAAOOHHIIEEHE G GGEHHHAAEEHFAAHHHHNH H FO FNOEECCE HHHHAA EE HHGGHHGGHHHHGGEEEEHH HHAAMMEEGGIThe lord of Lorn attacks the king's men | A |
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The lord off Lorne wonnyt thar by | B |
That wes capitale ennymy | C |
To the king for his emys sak | D |
Jhon Comyn and thocht for to tak | D |
Vengeance apon cruell maner | E |
Quhen he the king wyst wes sa ner | E |
He assemblyt his men in hy | B |
And had intill his cumpany | A |
The barounys off Argyle alsua | F |
Thai war a thousand weill or ma | C |
And come for to suppris the king | G |
That weill wes war of thar cummyng | G |
Bot all to few with him he had | H |
The quhethir he bauldly thaim abaid | H |
And weill ost at thar fryst metyng | G |
War layd at erd but recoveryng | G |
The kingis folk full weill thaim bar | E |
And slew and fellyt and woundyt sar | E |
Bot the folk off the tother party | H |
Faucht with axys sa fellyly | I |
For thai on fute war everilkane | A |
That thai feile off thar hors has slayne | A |
And till sum gaiff thai woundis wid | H |
James off Douglas wes hurt that tyd | H |
And als Schyr Gilbert de le Hay | J |
The king his men saw in affray | E |
And his ensenye can he cry | E |
And amang thaim rycht hardyly | I |
He rad that he thaim ruschyt all | I |
And fele off thaim thar gert he fall | I |
Bot quhen he saw thai war sa feill | I |
And saw thaim swa gret dyntis deill | I |
He dred to tyne his folk forthi | K |
His men till him he gan rely | I |
And said 'Lordyngis foly it war | E |
Tyll us for till assembill mar | E |
For thai fele off our hors has slayn | A |
And giff yhe fecht with thaim agayn | A |
We sall tyne off our small mengye | L |
And our selff sall in perill be | H |
Tharfor me thynk maist avenand | H |
To withdraw us us defendand | H |
Till we cum out off thar daunger | E |
For our strenth at our hand is ner ' | B |
Then thai withdrew thaim halely | I |
Bot that wes nocht full cowartly | I |
For samyn intill a sop held thai | I |
And the king him abandonyt ay | J |
To defend behind his mengye | L |
And throu his worschip sa wrouch he | H |
That he reskewyt all the flearis | F |
And styntyt swagat the chassaris | F |
That nane durst out off batall chas | F |
For alwayis at thar hand he was | F |
Sa weile defendyt he his men | A |
That quha sa ever had seyne him then | A |
Prove sa worthely vasselage | M |
And turn sa oft sythis the visage | M |
He suld say he aucht weill to be | H |
A king off a gret reawt | H |
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Comparisons from Celtic and classical legends with the king's | F |
defence of his men | A |
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Quhen that the lord off Lorne saw | F |
His men stand off him ane sik aw | F |
That thai durst nocht folow the chase | F |
Rycht angry in his hart he was | F |
And for wondyr that he suld swa | N |
Stot thaim him ane but ma | C |
He said 'Me think Marthokys sone | A |
Rycht as Golmakmorn was wone | A |
To haiff fra Fyn all his mengne | A |
Rycht swa all his fra us has he ' | - |
He set ensample thus mydlike | G |
The quhethir he mycht mar manerlik | G |
Lyknyt hym to Gaudifer de Larys | F |
Quhen that the mychty Duk Betys | F |
Assailyeit in Gadyrris the forrayours | F |
And quhen the king thaim maid rescours | F |
Duk Betys tuk on him the flycht | H |
That wald ne mar abid to fycht | H |
Bot Gaudifer the worthi | I |
Abandonyt him so worthyly | I |
For to reskew all the fleieris | F |
And for to stonay the chasseris | F |
That Alysander to erth he bar | E |
And alsua did he Tholimar | E |
And gud Coneus alsua | F |
Danklyne alsua and othir ma | C |
Bot at the last thar slayne he wes | F |
In that failyeit the liklynes | F |
For the king full chevalrusly | I |
Defendyt all his cumpany | A |
And wes set in full gret danger | E |
And yeit eschapyt haile and fer | E |
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The king kills the two Mac na Dorsair brothers and their fellow | I |
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Twa brethir war in that land | H |
That war the hardiest off hand | H |
That war intill all that cuntre | E |
And thai had sworn iff thai mycht se | F |
The Bruys quhar thai mycht him our ta | C |
That thai suld dey or then hym sla | I |
Thar surname wes Makyne Drosser | E |
That is al so mekill to say her | E |
As the Durwarth sonnys perfay | O |
Off thar covyne the thrid had thai | I |
That wes rycht stout ill and feloune | A |
Quhen thai the king off gud renoune | A |
Saw sua behind his mengne rid | H |
And saw him torne sa mony tid | H |
Thai abaid till that he was | F |
Entryt in ane narow place | F |
Betwix a louch sid and a bra | E |
That wes sa strait Ik underta | H |
That he mycht nocht weill turn in his sted | H |
Then with a will till him thai yede | H |
And ane him by the bridill hynt | H |
Bot he raucht till him sic a dynt | H |
That arme and schuldyr flaw him fra | E |
With that ane other gan him ta | H |
Be the lege and his hand gan schute | H |
Betwix the sterap and his fute | H |
And quhen the king feld thar his hand | H |
In his sterapys stythly gan he stand | H |
And strak with spuris the stede in hy | I |
And he lansyt furth delyverly | I |
Swa that the tother failyeit fete | H |
And nocht for thi his hand wes yeit | H |
Undyr the sterap magr his | F |
The thrid with full gret hy with this | F |
Rycht till the bra syd he yeid | H |
And stert behynd hym on his sted | H |
The king wes then in full gret pres | F |
The quhether he thocht as he that wes | F |
In all hys dedys avis | F |
To do ane outrageous bounte | H |
And syne hyme that behynd him was | F |
All magr his will him gan he ras | F |
Fra behynd him thocht he had sworn | A |
He laid hym evyn him beforn | A |
Syne with the swerd sic dynt hym gave | O |
That he the heid till the harnys clave | O |
He rouschit doun off blud all rede | H |
As he that stound feld off dede | H |
And then the king in full gret hy | I |
Strak at the tothir vigorusly | I |
That he efter his sterap drew | E |
That at the fyrst strak he him slew | E |
On this wis him delyverit he | H |
Off all thai felloun fayis thre | E |
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Mac Nachtan praises the king | G |
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Quhen thai of Lorne has sene the king | G |
Set in hym selff sa gret helping | G |
And defendyt him sa manlely | E |
Wes nane amang thaim sa hardy | H |
That durst assailye him mar in fycht | H |
Sa dred thai for his mekill mycht | H |
Thar wes a baroune Maknauchtan | A |
That in his hart gret kep has tane | A |
To the kingis chevalry | E |
And prisyt him in hert gretly | E |
And to the lord off Lorne said he | H |
'Sekyrly now may ye se | F |
Be tane the starkest pundelan | A |
That evyr your lyfftyme ye saw tane | A |
For yone knycht throu his douchti deid | H |
And thro his outrageous manheid | H |
Has fellyt intill litill tyd | H |
Thre men off mekill prid | H |
And stonayit all our mengye swa | N |
That eftyr him dar na man ga | H |
And tournys sa mony tyme his stede | H |
That semys off us he had na dred ' | - |
Then gane the lord off Lorn say | F |
'It semys it likis ye perfay | O |
That he slayis yongat our mengye ' | - |
'Schyr ' said he 'sa Our Lord me se | F |
To sauff your presence it is nocht swa | N |
Bot quhether sa he be freynd or fa | O |
That wynnys prys off chevalry | E |
Men suld spek tharoff lelyly | E |
And sekyrly in all my tyme | C |
Ik hard never in sang na ryme | C |
Tell off a man that swa smertly | E |
Eschevyt swa gret chevalry ' | - |
Sic speking off the king thai maid | H |
And he eftyr his mengye raid | H |
And intill saufte thaim led | H |
Quhar he his fayis na thing dred | H |
And thai off Lorne agayn ar gayn | A |
Menand the scaith that thai haiff tayn | A |
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The king comforts his men with the example | E |
of the recovery of Rome from Hannibal | E |
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The king that nycht his wachis set | H |
And gert ordayne that thai mycht et | H |
And bad conford to thaim tak | G |
And at thar mychtis mery mak | G |
For disconford as then said he | H |
Is the werst thing that may be | H |
For throu mekill disconforting | G |
Men fallis oft into disparing | G |
And fra a man disparyt be | H |
Then utraly vencusyt is he | H |
And fra the hart be discumfyt | H |
The body is nocht worth a myt | H |
'Tharfor ' he said 'atour all thing | G |
Kepys you fra disparyng | G |
And think thouch we now harmys fele | E |
That God may yeit releve us weill | E |
Men redys off mony men that war | E |
Fer harder stad then we yhet ar | E |
And syne Our Lord sic grace thaim lent | H |
That thai come weill till thar entent | H |
For Rome quhilum sa hard wes stad | H |
Quhen Hanniball thaim vencusyt had | H |
That off ryngis with rich stane | A |
That war off knychtis fyngeris tane | A |
He send thre bollis to Cartage | M |
And syne to Rome tuk his viage | M |
Thar to distroye the cite all | E |
And thai within bath gret and small | E |
Had fled quhen thai saw his cummyng | G |
Had nocht bene Scipio the king | G |
That or thai | I |
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