Wat Tyler - Act Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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SCENE BLACKHEATH | B |
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TYLER HOB c | C |
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SONG | D |
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' When Adam delv'd and Eve span | E |
' Who was then the gentleman ' | - |
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Wretched is the infant's lot | F |
Born within the straw roof'd cot | F |
Be he generous wise or brave | G |
He must only be a slave | G |
Long long labour little rest | H |
Still to toil to be oppress'd | H |
Drain'd by taxes of his store | I |
Punish'd next for being poor | J |
This is the poor wretch's lot | F |
Born within the straw roof'd cot | F |
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While the peasant works to sleep | K |
What the peasant sows to reap | K |
On the couch of ease to lie | L |
Rioting in revelry | C |
Be he villain be he fool | M |
Still to hold despotic rule | M |
Trampling on his slaves with scorn | N |
This is to be nobly born | N |
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' When Adam delv'd and Eve span | E |
' Who was then the gentleman ' | - |
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JACK STRAW | O |
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The mob are up in London the proud courtiers | P |
Begin to tremble | Q |
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TOM MILLER | R |
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Aye aye 'tis time to tremble | Q |
Who'll plow their fields who'll do their drudgery now | S |
And work like horses to give them the harvest | T |
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JACK STRAW | O |
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I only wonder we lay quiet so long | D |
We had always the same strength and we deserved | U |
The ills we met with for not using it | V |
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HOB | W |
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Why do we fear those animals called lords | X |
What is there in the name to frighten us | Y |
Is not my arm as mighty as a Baron's | Z |
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Enter PIERS and JOHN BALL | A2 |
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PIERS to TYLER | R |
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Have I done well my father I remember'd | B2 |
This good man lay in prison | C2 |
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TYLER | R |
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My dear child | D2 |
Most well the people rise for liberty | C |
And their first deed should be to break the chains | E2 |
That bind the virtuous O thou honest priest | F2 |
How much has thou endured | G2 |
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JOHN BALL | A2 |
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Why aye my friend | H2 |
These squalid rags bespeak what I have suffered | B2 |
I was revil'd insulted left to languish | I2 |
In a damp dungeon but I bore it cheerily | A2 |
My heart was glad for I have done my duty | C |
I pitied my oppressors and I sorrowed | C |
For the poor men of England | C |
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TYLER | R |
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They have felt | C |
Their strength look round this heath 'tis thronged with men | J2 |
Ardent for freedom mighty is the event | C |
That waits their fortune | C2 |
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JOHN BALL | A2 |
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I would fain address them | K2 |
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TYLER | R |
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Do so my friend and teach to them their duty | C |
Remind them of their long withholden rights | L2 |
What ho there silence | M2 |
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PIERS | N2 |
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Silence there my friends | O2 |
This good man would address you | P2 |
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HOB | W |
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Aye aye hear him | Q2 |
He is no mealy mouthed court orator | R |
To flatter vice and pamper lordly pride | C |
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JOHN BALL | A2 |
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Friends Brethren for ye are my brethren all | A2 |
Englishmen met in arms to advocate | C |
The cause of freedom hear me pause awhile | A2 |
In the career of vengeance it is true | P2 |
I am a priest but as these rags may speak | R2 |
Not one who riots in the poor man's spoil | A2 |
Or trades with his religion I am one | C2 |
Who preach the law of Christ and in my life | S2 |
Would practice what he taught The son of God | C |
Came not to you in power humble in mien | T2 |
Lowly in heart the man of Nazareth | U2 |
Preach'd mercy justice love 'Woe unto ye | C |
Ye that are rich if that ye would be saved | C |
Sell that ye have and give unto the poor ' | - |
So taught the Saviour oh my honest friends | O2 |
Have ye not felt the strong indignant throb | W |
Of justice in your bosoms to behold | C |
The lordly Baron feasting on your spoils | V2 |
Have you not in your hearts arraign'd the lot | C |
That gave him on the couch of luxury | C |
To pillow his head and pass the festive day | C |
In sportive feasts and ease and revelry | C |
Have you not often in your conscience ask'd | C |
Why is the difference wherefore should that man | E |
No worthier than myself thus lord it over me | C |
And bid me labour and enjoy the fruits | W2 |
The God within your breasts has argued thus | Y |
The voice of truth has murmur'd came ye not | C |
As helpless to the world Shines not the sun | C2 |
With equal ray on both Do ye not feel | A2 |
The self same winds of heaven as keenly parch ye | C |
Abundant is the earth the Sire of all | A2 |
Saw and pronounc'd that it was very good | C |
Look round the vernal fields smile with new flowers | P |
The budding orchard perfumes the soft breeze | X2 |
And the green corn waves to the passing gale | A2 |
There is enough for all but your proud Baron | C2 |
Stands up and arrogant of strength exclaims | Y2 |
'I am a Lord by nature I am noble | A2 |
These fields are mine for I was born to them | K2 |
I was born in the castle you poor wretches | Y2 |
Whelp'd in the cottage are by birth my slaves ' | - |
Almighty God such blasphemies are utter'd | C |
Almighty God such blasphemies believ'd | C |
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TOM MILLER | R |
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This is something like a sermon | C2 |
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JACK STRAW | O |
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Where's the bishop | Z2 |
Would tell you truths like these | Y2 |
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HOB | W |
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There was never a bishop among all the apostles | Y2 |
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JOHN BALL | A2 |
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My brethren | C2 |
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PIERS | Y2 |
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Silence the good priest speaks | Y2 |
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JOHN BALL | A2 |
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My brethren these are truths and weighty ones | Y2 |
Ye are all equal nature made ye so | Y2 |
Equality is your birth right when I gaze | Y2 |
On the proud palace and behold one man | E |
In the blood purpled robes of royalty | C |
Feasting at ease and lording over millions | Y2 |
Then turn me to the hut of poverty | C |
And see the wretched lab'rer worn with toil | A2 |
Divide his scanty morsel with his infants | Y2 |
I sicken and indignant at the sight | C |
' Blush for the patience of humanity ' | - |
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JACK STRAW | O |
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We will assert our rights | Y2 |
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TOM MILLER | R |
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We'll trample down | A3 |
These insolent oppressors | Y2 |
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JOHN BALL | A2 |
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In good truth | B3 |
Ye have cause for anger but my honest friends | Y2 |
Is it revenge or justice that ye seek | R2 |
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MOB | W |
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Justice justice | Y2 |
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JOHN BALL | A2 |
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Oh then remember mercy | C |
And though your proud oppressors spar'd not you | P2 |
Shew you excel them in humanity | C |
They will use every art to disunite you | P2 |
To conquer separately by stratagem | C3 |
Whom in a mass they fear but be ye firm | D3 |
Boldly demand your long forgotten rights | Y2 |
Your sacred your inalienable freedom | C3 |
Be bold be resolute be merciful | A2 |
And while you spurn the hated name of slaves | Y2 |
Shew you are men | J2 |
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MOB | W |
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Long live our honest priest | C |
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JACK STRAW | O |
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He shall be made archbishop | Z2 |
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JOHN BALL | A2 |
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My brethren I am plain John Ball your friend | C |
Your equal by the law of Christ enjoined | C |
To serve you not command | C |
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JACK STRAW | O |
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March we for London | C2 |
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TYLER | R |
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Mark me my friends we rise for liberty | C |
Justice shall be our guide let no man dare | E3 |
To plunder in the tumult | C |
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MOB | W |
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Lead us on | F3 |
Liberty Justice | Y2 |
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Exeunt with cries of Liberty no Poll Tax no War | I |
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SCENE CHANGES TO THE TOWER | R |
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KING RICHARD ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY | C |
SIR JOHN TRESILIAN | F3 |
WALWORTH PHILPOT | C |
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KING | G3 |
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What must we do the danger grows more imminent | C |
The mob increases | Y2 |
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PHILPOT | C |
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Every moment brings | Y2 |
Fresh tidings of our peril | A2 |
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KING | G3 |
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It were well | A2 |
To yield them what they ask | H3 |
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ARCHBISHOP | Z2 |
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Aye that my liege | I3 |
Were politic Go boldly forth to meet them | K2 |
Grant all they ask however wild and ruinous | Y2 |
Mean time the troops you have already summoned | C |
Will gather round them Then my Christian power | R |
Absolves you of your promise | Y2 |
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WALWORTH | J3 |
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Were but their ringleaders cut off the rabble | A2 |
Would soon disperse | Y2 |
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PHILPOT | C |
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United in a mass | Y2 |
There's nothing can resist them once divide them | K2 |
And they will fall an easy sacrifice | Y2 |
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ARCHBISHOP | Z2 |
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Lull them by promises bespeak them fair | E3 |
Go forth my liege spare not if need requires | Y2 |
A solemn oath to ratify the treaty | C |
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KING | G3 |
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I dread their fury | C |
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ARCHBISHOP | Z2 |
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'Tis a needless dread | C |
There is divinity about your person | F3 |
It is the sacred privilege of Kings | Y2 |
Howe'er they act to render no account | C |
To man The people have been taught this lesson | F3 |
Nor can they soon forget it | C |
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KING | G3 |
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I will go | Y2 |
I will submit to everything they ask | H3 |
My day of triumph will arrive at last | C |
Robert Southey
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