Wat Tyler - Act Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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ACT IIA
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SCENE BLACKHEATHB
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TYLER HOB cC
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SONGD
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' When Adam delv'd and Eve spanE
' Who was then the gentleman '-
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Wretched is the infant's lotF
Born within the straw roof'd cotF
Be he generous wise or braveG
He must only be a slaveG
Long long labour little restH
Still to toil to be oppress'dH
Drain'd by taxes of his storeI
Punish'd next for being poorJ
This is the poor wretch's lotF
Born within the straw roof'd cotF
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While the peasant works to sleepK
What the peasant sows to reapK
On the couch of ease to lieL
Rioting in revelryC
Be he villain be he foolM
Still to hold despotic ruleM
Trampling on his slaves with scornN
This is to be nobly bornN
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' When Adam delv'd and Eve spanE
' Who was then the gentleman '-
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JACK STRAWO
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The mob are up in London the proud courtiersP
Begin to trembleQ
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TOM MILLERR
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Aye aye 'tis time to trembleQ
Who'll plow their fields who'll do their drudgery nowS
And work like horses to give them the harvestT
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JACK STRAWO
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I only wonder we lay quiet so longD
We had always the same strength and we deservedU
The ills we met with for not using itV
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HOBW
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Why do we fear those animals called lordsX
What is there in the name to frighten usY
Is not my arm as mighty as a Baron'sZ
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Enter PIERS and JOHN BALLA2
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PIERS to TYLERR
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Have I done well my father I remember'dB2
This good man lay in prisonC2
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TYLERR
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My dear childD2
Most well the people rise for libertyC
And their first deed should be to break the chainsE2
That bind the virtuous O thou honest priestF2
How much has thou enduredG2
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JOHN BALLA2
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Why aye my friendH2
These squalid rags bespeak what I have sufferedB2
I was revil'd insulted left to languishI2
In a damp dungeon but I bore it cheerilyA2
My heart was glad for I have done my dutyC
I pitied my oppressors and I sorrowedC
For the poor men of EnglandC
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TYLERR
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They have feltC
Their strength look round this heath 'tis thronged with menJ2
Ardent for freedom mighty is the eventC
That waits their fortuneC2
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JOHN BALLA2
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I would fain address themK2
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TYLERR
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Do so my friend and teach to them their dutyC
Remind them of their long withholden rightsL2
What ho there silenceM2
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PIERSN2
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Silence there my friendsO2
This good man would address youP2
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HOBW
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Aye aye hear himQ2
He is no mealy mouthed court oratorR
To flatter vice and pamper lordly prideC
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JOHN BALLA2
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Friends Brethren for ye are my brethren allA2
Englishmen met in arms to advocateC
The cause of freedom hear me pause awhileA2
In the career of vengeance it is trueP2
I am a priest but as these rags may speakR2
Not one who riots in the poor man's spoilA2
Or trades with his religion I am oneC2
Who preach the law of Christ and in my lifeS2
Would practice what he taught The son of GodC
Came not to you in power humble in mienT2
Lowly in heart the man of NazarethU2
Preach'd mercy justice love 'Woe unto yeC
Ye that are rich if that ye would be savedC
Sell that ye have and give unto the poor '-
So taught the Saviour oh my honest friendsO2
Have ye not felt the strong indignant throbW
Of justice in your bosoms to beholdC
The lordly Baron feasting on your spoilsV2
Have you not in your hearts arraign'd the lotC
That gave him on the couch of luxuryC
To pillow his head and pass the festive dayC
In sportive feasts and ease and revelryC
Have you not often in your conscience ask'dC
Why is the difference wherefore should that manE
No worthier than myself thus lord it over meC
And bid me labour and enjoy the fruitsW2
The God within your breasts has argued thusY
The voice of truth has murmur'd came ye notC
As helpless to the world Shines not the sunC2
With equal ray on both Do ye not feelA2
The self same winds of heaven as keenly parch yeC
Abundant is the earth the Sire of allA2
Saw and pronounc'd that it was very goodC
Look round the vernal fields smile with new flowersP
The budding orchard perfumes the soft breezeX2
And the green corn waves to the passing galeA2
There is enough for all but your proud BaronC2
Stands up and arrogant of strength exclaimsY2
'I am a Lord by nature I am nobleA2
These fields are mine for I was born to themK2
I was born in the castle you poor wretchesY2
Whelp'd in the cottage are by birth my slaves '-
Almighty God such blasphemies are utter'dC
Almighty God such blasphemies believ'dC
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TOM MILLERR
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This is something like a sermonC2
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JACK STRAWO
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Where's the bishopZ2
Would tell you truths like theseY2
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HOBW
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There was never a bishop among all the apostlesY2
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JOHN BALLA2
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My brethrenC2
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PIERSY2
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Silence the good priest speaksY2
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JOHN BALLA2
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My brethren these are truths and weighty onesY2
Ye are all equal nature made ye soY2
Equality is your birth right when I gazeY2
On the proud palace and behold one manE
In the blood purpled robes of royaltyC
Feasting at ease and lording over millionsY2
Then turn me to the hut of povertyC
And see the wretched lab'rer worn with toilA2
Divide his scanty morsel with his infantsY2
I sicken and indignant at the sightC
' Blush for the patience of humanity '-
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JACK STRAWO
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We will assert our rightsY2
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TOM MILLERR
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We'll trample downA3
These insolent oppressorsY2
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JOHN BALLA2
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In good truthB3
Ye have cause for anger but my honest friendsY2
Is it revenge or justice that ye seekR2
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MOBW
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Justice justiceY2
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JOHN BALLA2
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Oh then remember mercyC
And though your proud oppressors spar'd not youP2
Shew you excel them in humanityC
They will use every art to disunite youP2
To conquer separately by stratagemC3
Whom in a mass they fear but be ye firmD3
Boldly demand your long forgotten rightsY2
Your sacred your inalienable freedomC3
Be bold be resolute be mercifulA2
And while you spurn the hated name of slavesY2
Shew you are menJ2
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MOBW
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Long live our honest priestC
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JACK STRAWO
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He shall be made archbishopZ2
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JOHN BALLA2
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My brethren I am plain John Ball your friendC
Your equal by the law of Christ enjoinedC
To serve you not commandC
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JACK STRAWO
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March we for LondonC2
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TYLERR
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Mark me my friends we rise for libertyC
Justice shall be our guide let no man dareE3
To plunder in the tumultC
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MOBW
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Lead us onF3
Liberty JusticeY2
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Exeunt with cries of Liberty no Poll Tax no WarI
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SCENE CHANGES TO THE TOWERR
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KING RICHARD ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURYC
SIR JOHN TRESILIANF3
WALWORTH PHILPOTC
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KINGG3
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What must we do the danger grows more imminentC
The mob increasesY2
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PHILPOTC
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Every moment bringsY2
Fresh tidings of our perilA2
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KINGG3
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It were wellA2
To yield them what they askH3
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ARCHBISHOPZ2
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Aye that my liegeI3
Were politic Go boldly forth to meet themK2
Grant all they ask however wild and ruinousY2
Mean time the troops you have already summonedC
Will gather round them Then my Christian powerR
Absolves you of your promiseY2
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WALWORTHJ3
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Were but their ringleaders cut off the rabbleA2
Would soon disperseY2
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PHILPOTC
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United in a massY2
There's nothing can resist them once divide themK2
And they will fall an easy sacrificeY2
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ARCHBISHOPZ2
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Lull them by promises bespeak them fairE3
Go forth my liege spare not if need requiresY2
A solemn oath to ratify the treatyC
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KINGG3
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I dread their furyC
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ARCHBISHOPZ2
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'Tis a needless dreadC
There is divinity about your personF3
It is the sacred privilege of KingsY2
Howe'er they act to render no accountC
To man The people have been taught this lessonF3
Nor can they soon forget itC
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KINGG3
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I will goY2
I will submit to everything they askH3
My day of triumph will arrive at lastC

Robert Southey



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