Gow's Watch : Act Ii. Scene 2. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDECBFGD HIEEJKLM DCNCCBCEOBP JQ CRDSCD E S JSC T S E J J U E C B B B C CE J B C S V B C W B SEJXBDEES K C J C JE CKEYZA2B SB E B2C2SC D2 J E2| ACT II SCENE | A |
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| The pavilion in the Gardens Enter FERDINAND and the KING | B |
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| FERDINAND Your tiercel's too long at hack Sir He's no eyass | C |
| But a passage hawk that footed ere we caught him | D |
| Dangerously free o' the air 'Faith were he mine | E |
| As mine's the glove he binds to for his tirings | C |
| I'd fly him with a make hawk He's in yarak | B |
| Plumed to the very point So manned so weathered | F |
| Give him the firmament God made him for | G |
| And what shall take the air of him | D |
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| THE KING A young wing yet | H |
| Bold overbold on the perch but think you Ferdinand | I |
| He can endure the raw skies yonder Cozen | E |
| Advantage out of the teeth of the hurricane | E |
| Choose his own mate against the lammer geier | J |
| Ride out a night long tempest hold his pitch | K |
| Between the lightning and the cloud it leaps from | L |
| Never too pressed to kill | M |
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| FERDINAND I'll answer for him | D |
| Bating all parable I know the Prince | C |
| There's a bleak devil in the young my Lord | N |
| God put it there to save 'em from their elders | C |
| And break their father's heart but bear them scatheless | C |
| Through mire and thorns and blood if need be Think | B |
| What our prime saw Such glory such achievements | C |
| As now our children wondering at examine | E |
| Themselves to see if they shall hardly equal | O |
| But what cared we while we wrought the wonders Nothing | B |
| The rampant deed contented | P |
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| THE KING Little enough God knows But afterwards after | J |
| Then comes the reckoning I would save him that | Q |
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| FERDINAND Save him dry scars that ache of winternights | C |
| Worn out self pity and as much of knowledge | R |
| As makes old men fear judgment Then loose him loose him | D |
| A' God's name loose him to adventure early | S |
| And trust some random pike or half backed horse | C |
| Besides what's caught in Italy to save him | D |
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| THE KING I know I know And yet What stirs in the garden | E |
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| Enter GOW and a GARDENER bearing the Prince's body | S |
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| FERDINAND Gods give me patience Gow and a gardener | J |
| Bearing some load along in the dusk to the dunghill | S |
| Nay a dead branch But as I said the Prince | C |
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| THE KING They've laid it down Strange they should work so late | T |
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| GOW setting down the body Heark you unsanctified fool while I set out our story We found it this side the North Park wall which it had climbed to pluck nectarines from the alley Heark again There was a nectarine in its hand when we found it and the naughty brick that slipped from the coping beneath its foot and so caused its death lies now under the wall for the King to see | S |
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| THE KING above The King to see Why should he Who's the man | E |
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| GOW That is your tale Swerve from it by so much as the breadth of my dagger and here's your instant reward You heard not saw not and by the Horns of ninefold cuckolded Jupiter you thought not nor dreamed not anything more or other | J |
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| THE KING Ninefold cuckolded Jupiter That's a rare oath Shall we look closer | J |
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| FERDINAND Not yet my Lord I cannot hear him breathe | U |
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| GARDENER The North Park wall It was so Plucking nectarines It shall be But how shall I say if any ask why our Lady the Queen | E |
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| GOW stabs him Thus Hie after the Prince and tell him y'are the first fruits of his nectarine tree Bleed there behind the laurels | C |
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| THE KING Why did Gow buffet the clown What said he I'll go look | B |
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| FERDINAND above Save yourself It is the King | B |
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| Enter the KING and FERDINAND to GOW | B |
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| GOW God save you This was the Prince | C |
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| THE KING The Prince Not a dead branch Uncovers the face | C |
| My flesh and blood My son my son my son | E |
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| FERDINAND to Gow I had feared something of this And that fool yonder | J |
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| GOW Dead or as good He cannot speak | B |
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| FERDINAND Better so | C |
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| THE KING Loosed to adventure early Tell the tale | S |
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| GOW Saddest truth alack I came upon him not a half hour since fallen from the North Park wall over against the Deerpark side dead dead a nectarine in his hand that the dear lad must have climbed for and plucked the very instant look you that a brick slipped on the coping 'Tis there now So I lifted him but his neck was as you see and already cold | V |
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| THE KING Oh very cold But why should he have troubled to climb He was free of all the fruit in my garden God knows What Gow | B |
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| GOW Surely God knows | C |
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| THE KING A lad's trick But I love him the better for it True he's past loving And now we must tell our Queen What a coil at the day's end She'll grieve for him Not as I shall Ferdinand but as youth for youth They were much of the same age Playmate for playmate See he wears her colours That is the knot she gave him last last Oh God When was yesterday | W |
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| FERDINAND Come in Come in my Lord There's a dew falling | B |
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| THE KING He'll take no harm of it I'll follow presently | S |
| He's all his mother's now and none of mine | E |
| Her very face on the bride pillow Yet I tricked her | J |
| But that was later and she never guessed | X |
| I do not think he sinned much he's too young | B |
| Much the same age as my Queen God must not judge him | D |
| Too hardly for such slips as youth may fall in | E |
| But I'll entreat that Throne | E |
| Prays by the body | S |
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| GOW The Heavens hold up still Earth opens not and this dew's mere water What shall a man think of it all To GARDENER Not dead yet sirrah I bade you follow the Prince Despatch | K |
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| GARDENER Some kind soul pluck out the dagger Why did you slay me I'd done no wrong I'd ha' kept it secret till my dying day But not now not now I'm dying The Prince fell from the Queen's chamber window I saw it in the nut alley He was | C |
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| FERDINAND But what made you in the nut alley at that hour | J |
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| GARDENER No wrong No more than another man's wife Jocasta of the still room She'd kissed me good night too but that's over with the rest I've stumbled on the Prince's beastly loves and I pay for all Let me pass | C |
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| GOW Count it your fortune honest man You would have revealed it to your woman at the next meeting You fleshmongers are all one feather Plucks out the dagger | J |
| Go in peace and lay your death to Fortune's door He's sped thank Fortune | E |
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| FERDINAND Who knows not Fortune glutted on easy thrones | C |
| Stealing from feasts as rare to coney catch | K |
| Privily in the hedgerows for a clown | E |
| With that same cruel lustful hand and eye | Y |
| Those nails and wedges that one hammer and lead | Z |
| And the very gerb of long stored lightning loosed | A2 |
| Yesterday 'gainst some King | B |
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| THE KING I have pursued with prayers where my heart warns me | S |
| My soul shall overtake | B |
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| Enter the QUEEN | E |
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| THE KING Look not Wait till I tell you dearest | B2 |
| Air | C2 |
| Loosed to adventure early | S |
| I go late Dies | C |
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| GOW So God hath cut off the Prince in his pleasures Gow to save the King hath silenced one poor fool who knew how it befell and now the King's dead 'needs only that the Queen should kill Gow and all's safe for her this side o' the judgment Se or Ferdinand the wind's easterly I'm for the road | D2 |
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| FERDINAND My horse is at the gate God speed you Whither | J |
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| GOW To the Duke if the Queen does not lay hands on me before However it goes I charge you bear witness Se or Ferdinand I served the old King faithfully To the death Se or Ferdinand to the death | E2 |
Rudyard Kipling
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