Hudibras: Part 2 - Canto I Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Hudibras: Part 2 - Canto I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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THE ARGUMENT	A
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The Knight by damnable Magician	B
Being cast illegally in prison	B
Love brings his Action on the Case	C
And lays it upon Hudibras	C
How he receives the Lady's Visit	D
And cunningly solicits his Suite	E
Which she defers yet on Parole	F
Redeems him from th' inchanted Hole	F
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But now t'observe a romantic method	G
Let bloody steel a while be sheathed	H
And all those harsh and rugged sounds	C
Of bastinadoes cuts and wounds	C
Exchang'd to Love's more gentle stile	I
To let our reader breathe a while	I
In which that we may be as brief as	C
Is possible by way of preface	C
Is't not enough to make one strange	J
That some men's fancies should ne'er change	J
But make all people do and say	C
The same things still the self same way	C
Some writers make all ladies purloin'd	K
And knights pursuing like a whirlwind	L
Others make all their knights in fits	C
Of jealousy to lose their wits	C
Till drawing blood o'th' dames like witches	C
Th' are forthwith cur'd of their capriches	C
Some always thrive in their amours	C
By pulling plaisters off their sores	C
As cripples do to get an alms	C
Just so do they and win their dames	C
Some force whole regions in despight	L
O' geography to change their site	L
Make former times shake hands with latter	M
And that which was before come after	M
But those that write in rhime still make	N
The one verse for the other's sake	N
For one for sense and one for rhime	O
I think's sufficient at one time	O
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But we forget in what sad plight	L
We whilom left the captiv'd Knight	L
And pensive Squire both bruis'd in body	L
And conjur'd into safe custody	L
Tir'd with dispute and speaking Latin	B
As well as basting and bear baiting	P
And desperate of any course	C
To free himself by wit or force	C
His only solace was that now	Q
His dog bolt fortune was so low	R
That either it must quickly end	L
Or turn about again and mend	L
In which he found th' event no less	C
Than other times beside his guess	C
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There is a tall long sided dame	O
But wond'rous light ycleped Fame	O
That like a thin camelion boards	C
Herself on air and eats her words	C
Upon her shoulders wings she wears	C
Like hanging sleeves lin'd through with ears	C
And eyes and tongues as poets list	L
Made good by deep mythologist	L
With these she through the welkin flies	C
And sometimes carries truth oft lies	C
With letters hung like eastern pigeons	C
And Mercuries of furthest regions	C
Diurnals writ for regulation	B
Of lying to inform the nation	B
And by their public use to bring down	S
The rate of whetstones in the kingdom	O
About her neck a pacquet male	T
Fraught with advice some fresh some stale	T
Of men that walk'd when they were dead	L
And cows of monsters brought to bed	L
Of hail stones big as pullets eggs	C
And puppies whelp'd with twice two legs	C
A blazing star seen in the west	L
By six or seven men at least	L
Two trumpets she does sound at once	C
But both of clean contrary tones	C
But whether both with the same wind	L
Or one before and one behind	L
We know not only this can tell	U
The one sounds vilely th' other well	U
And therefore vulgar authors name	O
Th' one Good the other Evil Fame	O
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This tattling gossip knew too well	U
What mischief HUDIBRAS befell	U
And straight the spiteful tidings bears	C
Of all to th' unkind widow's ears	C
DEMOCRITUS ne'er laugh'd so loud	L
To see bawds carted through the crowd	L
Or funerals with stately pomp	V
March slowly on in solemn dump	W
As she laugh'd out until her back	X
As well as sides was like to crack	X
She vow'd she would go see the sight	L
And visit the distressed Knight	L
To do the office of a neighbour	M
And be a gossip at his labour	M
And from his wooden jail the stocks	C
To set at large his fetter locks	C
And by exchange parole or ransom	O
To free him from th' enchanted mansion	B
This b'ing resolv'd she call'd for hood	L
And usher implements abroad	L
Which ladies wear beside a slender	M
Young waiting damsel to attend her	M
All which appearing on she went	L
To find the Knight in limbo pent	L
And 'twas not long before she found	L
Him and the stout Squire in the pound	L
Both coupled in enchanted tether	M
By further leg behind together	M
For as he sat upon his rump	W
His head like one in doleful dump	W
Between his knees his hands apply'd	L
Unto his ears on either side	L
And by him in another hole	F
Afflicted RALPHO cheek by jowl	Y
She came upon him in his wooden	B
Magician's circle on the sudden	B
As spirits do t' a conjurer	M
When in their dreadful shapes th' appear	M
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No sooner did the Knight perceive her	M
But straight he fell into a fever	M
Inflam'd all over with disgrace	C
To be seen by her in such a place	C
Which made him hang his head and scoul	Y
And wink and goggle like an owl	Y
He felt his brains begin to swim	O
When thus the dame accosted him	O
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This place quoth she they say's enchanted	L
And with delinquent spirits haunted	L
That here are ty'd in chains and scourg'd	L
Until their guilty crimes be purg'd	L
Look there are two of them appear	M
Like persons I have seen somewhere	M
Some have mistaken blocks and posts	C
For spectres apparitions ghosts	C
With saucer eyes and horns and some	O
Have heard the Devil beat a drum	O
But if our eyes are not false glasses	C
That give a wrong account of faces	C
That beard and I should be acquainted	L
Before 'twas conjur'd or enchanted	L
For though it be disfigur'd somewhat	L
As if 't had lately been in combat	L
It did belong to a worthy Knight	L
Howe'er this goblin has come by't	L
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When HUDIBRAS the Lady heard	L
Discoursing thus upon his beard	L
And speak with such respect and honour	M
Both of the beard and the beard's owner	M
He thought it best to set as good	L
A face upon it as he cou'd	L
And thus he spoke Lady your bright	L
And radiant eyes are in the right	L
The beard's th' identic beard you knew	Z
The same numerically true	Z
Nor is it worn by fiend or elf	A2
But its proprietor himself	A2
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O heavens quoth she can that be true	Z
I do begin to fear 'tis you	Z
Not by your individual whiskers	C
But by your dialect and discourse	C
That never spoke to man or beast	L
In notions vulgarly exprest	L
But what malignant star alas	C
Has brought you both to this sad pass	C
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Quoth he The fortune of the war	M
Which I am less afflicted for	M
Than to be seen with beard and face	C
By you in such a homely case	C
Quoth she Those need not he asham'd	L
For being honorably maim'd	L
If he that is in battle conquer'd	L
Have any title to his own beard	L
Though yours be sorely lugg'd and torn	B2
It does your visage more adorn	B2
Than if 'twere prun'd and starch'd and lander'd	L
And cut square by the Russian standard	L
A torn beard's like a tatter'd ensign	B
That's bravest which there are most rents in	C2
That petticoat about your shoulders	C
Does not so well become a souldier's	C
And I'm afraid they are worse handled	L
Although i' th' rear your beard the van led	L
And those uneasy bruises make	N
My heart for company to ake	N
To see so worshipful a friend	L
I' th' pillory set at the wrong end	L
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Quoth HUDIBRAS This thing call'd pain	D2
Is as the learned Stoicks maintain	D2
Not bad simpliciter nor good	L
But merely as 'tis understood	L
Sense is deceitful and may feign	D2
As well in counterfeiting pain	D2
As other gross phenomenas	C
In which it oft mistakes the case	C
But since the immortal intellect	L
That's free from error and defect	L
Whose objects still persist the same	O
Is free from outward bruise and maim	O
Which nought external can expose	C
To gross material bangs or blows	C
It follows we can ne'er be sure	M
Whether we pain or not endure	M
And just so far are sore and griev'd	L
As by the fancy is believ'd	L
Some have been wounded with conceit	L
And dy'd of mere opinion straight	L
Others tho' wounded sore in reason	B
Felt no contusion nor discretion	B
A Saxon Duke did grow so fat	L
That mice as histories relate	L
Eat grots and labyrinths to dwell in	C2
His postick parts without his feeling	P
Then how is't possible a kick	E2
Should e'er reach that way to the quick	E2
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Quoth she I grant it is in vain	D2
For one that's basted to feel pain	D2
Because the pangs his bones endure	M
Contribute nothing to the cure	M
Yet honor hurt is wont to rage	F2
With pain no med'cine can asswage	F2
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Quoth he That honou	D2