The Nut-brown Maid. A Poem. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCECCCFCGCHHIHJHCH KCHCJLJLCLML CHCJC CEJNJOJCJLCHC CHNHNMNNNNCNC CJCHCHHNHLHHH HKHHHPHHHHHNH HMHHHNHHHQHHH HHJHHEEHEMHNH HROROKOJOJHHH HCHHHLHKHHHHH HELPHLMLHHHH HHHMHHHHHEHHH HMHHHLHHHKHHH HHHJHHHKHKHHH HLJHJLJHJSHHH HLHHHHHJHHHHH HLMEHLMEMHHHH HLMLEHMHMMHHH HHHLHLHHHMHHH HHHHTMMLMHHHH HHMH| Written three hundred years since | A |
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| Be it right or wrong these men among | B |
| On women do complayne | C |
| Affyrmynge this how that it is | D |
| A labour spent in vaine | C |
| To love them wele for never a dele | E |
| They love a man againe | C |
| For lete a man do what he can | C |
| Ther favour to attayne | C |
| Yet yf a new do them pursue | F |
| Ther furst trew lover than | C |
| Laboureth for nought for from her thought | G |
| He is a banishyd man | C |
| I say not nay but that all day | H |
| It is bothe writ and sayde | H |
| That woman's fayth is as who saythe | I |
| All utterly decayed | H |
| But nevertheless right good witness | J |
| I' this case might be layde | H |
| That they love trewe and continew | C |
| Record the Nut brown Mayde | H |
| Which from her love whan her to prove | K |
| He came to make his mone | C |
| Wold not depart for in her herte | H |
| She lovyd but him alone | C |
| Than betweene us lettens discusse | J |
| What was all the maner | L |
| Between them two we wyl also | J |
| Telle all the peyne and fere | L |
| That she was in Now I begynne | C |
| So that ye me answere | L |
| Wherefore all ye that present be | M |
| I pray ye give an eare | L |
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| Man | C |
| I am the knyght I come by nyght | H |
| As secret as I can | C |
| Saying alas thus standeth the case | J |
| I am a banishyd man | C |
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| Woman | C |
| And I your wylle for to fulfylle | E |
| In this wyl not refuse | J |
| Trusting to show in wordis fewe | N |
| That men have an ill use | J |
| To ther own shame women to blame | O |
| And causelese them accuse | J |
| Therefore to you I answere now | C |
| Alle women to excuse | J |
| Myn own herte dere with you what chere | L |
| I pray you telle anone | C |
| For in my mynde of al mankynde | H |
| I love but you alone | C |
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| Man | C |
| It stondeth so a dede is do | H |
| Wherefore moche harm shall growe | N |
| My desteny is for to dey | H |
| A shameful deth I trowe | N |
| Or ellis to flee the one must be | M |
| None other way I knowe | N |
| But to withdrawe as an outlawe | N |
| And take me to my bowe | N |
| Wherefore adew my owne herte trewe | N |
| None other red I can | C |
| For I must to the grene wode goe | N |
| Alone a banishyd man | C |
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| Woman | C |
| O Lord what is this worldis blysse | J |
| That chaungeth as the mone | C |
| My somer's day in lusty May | H |
| Is derked before the none | C |
| I here you saye farewell nay nay | H |
| We departe not soo sone | H |
| Why say ye so wheder wyl ye goe | N |
| Alas what have ye done | H |
| Alle my welfare to sorrow and care | L |
| Shulde chaung yf ye were gone | H |
| For in my mynde of al mankynde | H |
| I love but you alone | H |
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| Man | H |
| I can beleve it shall you greeve | K |
| And shomwhat you distrayne | H |
| But aftyrwarde your paynes harde | H |
| Within a day or tweyne | H |
| Shal sone aslake and ye shal take | P |
| Comfort to you agayne | H |
| Why shuld ye nought for to make thought | H |
| Your labur were in vayne | H |
| And thus I do and pray you too | H |
| As hertely as I can | H |
| For I muste to the greene wode goe | N |
| Alone a banishyd man | H |
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| Woman | H |
| Now sythe that ye have showed to me | M |
| The secret of your mynde | H |
| I shal be plaine to you againe | H |
| Lyke as ye shal me fynde | H |
| Sythe it is so that ye wyl goe | N |
| I wol not leve behynde | H |
| Shal never be sayd the Nut Brown Mayde | H |
| Was to her love unkynde | H |
| Make you redy for so am I | Q |
| Although it were agone | H |
| For in my mynd of all mankynde | H |
| I love but you alone | H |
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| Man | H |
| Yet I you rede to take good hede | H |
| What men wyl think and sey | J |
| Of yonge and olde it shall be tolde | H |
| That ye be gone away | H |
| Your wanton wylle for to fulfylle | E |
| In grene wode you to play | E |
| And that ye myght from your delyte | H |
| Noo longer make delay | E |
| Rather than ye shuld thus for me | M |
| Be called an ylle woman | H |
| Yet wold I to the grene wode goe | N |
| Alone a banishyd man | H |
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| Woman | H |
| Though it be songe of olde and yonge | R |
| That I shuld be to blame | O |
| Thers be the charge that speke so large | R |
| In hurting of my name | O |
| For I wyll prove that feythful love | K |
| It is devoyd of shame | O |
| In your distress and hevyness | J |
| To parte wyth you the same | O |
| And sure all thoo that doo not so | J |
| Trewe lovers are they none | H |
| But in my mynde of al mankynde | H |
| I love but you alone | H |
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| Man | H |
| I counsel you remember how | C |
| It is noo mayden's lawe | H |
| Nothing to dought but to renne out | H |
| To wode with an outlawe | H |
| For ye must there in your hand bere | L |
| O bowe redy to drawe | H |
| And as a theef thus must ye lyve | K |
| Ever in drede and awe | H |
| Whereby to you gret harme myght growe | H |
| Yet I had lever than | H |
| That I had to the grene wode goe | H |
| Alone a banishyd man | H |
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| Woman | H |
| I think not nay but as ye saye | E |
| It is noo mayden's lore | L |
| But love may make me for your sake | P |
| To com on fote to hunte and shote | H |
| To get us mete in store | L |
| For so that I your company | M |
| May have I ask noo more | L |
| From whiche to parte it makith myn herte | H |
| As colde as ony stone | H |
| For in my mynde of al mankynde | H |
| I love but you alone | H |
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| Man | H |
| For an outlawe this is the lawe | H |
| That men hym take and binde | H |
| Wythout pytee hanged to bee | M |
| And waver with the wynde | H |
| Yf I had neede as God forbede | H |
| What resons coude ye finde | H |
| For sothe I trowe ye and your bowe | H |
| Shuld drawe for fere behynde | H |
| And noo merveyle for lytel avayle | E |
| Were in your council than | H |
| Wherefore I to the wode wyl goe | H |
| Alone a banishyd man | H |
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| Woman | H |
| Full well knowe ye that women be | M |
| But febyl for to fyght | H |
| Noo woman hede it is in deede | H |
| To be bold as a knyght | H |
| Yet in suche fere yf that ye were | L |
| With enemys day and nyght | H |
| I wolde withstonde wyth bowe in honde | H |
| To greve them as I myght | H |
| And you to save as women have | K |
| From dethe many one | H |
| For in my mynde of al mankynde | H |
| I love but you alone | H |
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| Man | H |
| Yet take gude hede for ever I drede | H |
| That ye coude not sustein | H |
| The thorney weyes the depe valeis | J |
| The snowe the frost the reyn | H |
| The cold the hete for drye or wete | H |
| We must lodge on the playn | H |
| And us above noon other rofe | K |
| But a brake bush or twaine | H |
| Whiche sone shuld greve you I beleve | K |
| And ye wolde gladely than | H |
| That I had to the grene wode goe | H |
| Alone a banishyd man | H |
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| Woman | H |
| Sythe I have here been partynere | L |
| With you of joy and blysse | J |
| I must also parte of your woo | H |
| Endure as reson is | J |
| Yet am I sure of one pleasure | L |
| And shortly it is this | J |
| That where ye bee me seemeth par dy | H |
| I could not fare amyss | J |
| Without more speche I you beseche | S |
| That we were soon a gone | H |
| For in my mynde of al mankynde | H |
| I love but you alone | H |
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| Man | H |
| Yf ye goo thedyr ye must consyder | L |
| Whan ye have lust to dyne | H |
| Ther shal no mete be for to gete | H |
| Nor drink bere ale ne wine | H |
| Ne shetis clean to lye betwene | H |
| Made of thred and twyne | H |
| Noon other house but levys and bowes | J |
| To kever your head and myn | H |
| O myn herte swete this ylle dyet | H |
| Shuld make you pale and wan | H |
| Wherefore I to the wode wyl goe | H |
| Alone a banishyd man | H |
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| Woman | H |
| Among the wylde dere such an archier | L |
| As men say that ye bee | M |
| We may not fayle of good vitayle | E |
| Where is so grete plente | H |
| And watir cleere of the ryvere | L |
| Shal be full swete to me | M |
| With whiche in hele I shal right wele | E |
| Endure as ye shal see | M |
| And er we goe a bed or two | H |
| I can provide anone | H |
| For in my mynde of al mankynde | H |
| I love but you alone | H |
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| Man | H |
| Loo yet before ye must do more | L |
| Yf ye wyl go with me | M |
| As cute your here up by your ere | L |
| Your curtel by the kneel | E |
| Wyth bowe in honde for to wythstonde | H |
| Your enemys yf nede be | M |
| And this same nyght before daylyght | H |
| To wode ward wyl I flee | M |
| And yf ye wylle al this fulfylle | M |
| Do it shortly as ye can | H |
| Ellis wyl I to the grene wode goe | H |
| Alone a banishyd man | H |
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| Woman | H |
| I shall as now do more for you | H |
| Than longeth to womanhede | H |
| To short my here a bow to bere | L |
| To shote in tyme of nede | H |
| O my sweet moder before al other | L |
| For you have I most drede | H |
| But now adew I must ensue | H |
| Where Fortune duth me lede | H |
| All this make ye and lete us flee | M |
| The day run fast upon | H |
| For in my mynde of al mankynde | H |
| I love but you alone | H |
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| Man | H |
| Nay nay not so ye shal not goe | H |
| And I shal telle ye why | H |
| Your appetyte is to be light | H |
| Of love I wele espie | T |
| For right as ye have sayde to me | M |
| In lykewise hardely | M |
| Ye wolde answere whosoever it were | L |
| In way of company | M |
| It is sayd of olde Sone hote sone colde | H |
| And so is a woman | H |
| Wherefore I to the wode wyl goe | H |
| Alone a banishyd man | H |
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| Woman | H |
| Yf ye take hede yt is noo nede | H |
| Such wordis to say bee me | M |
| For o | H |
Matthew Prior
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