The Civil Wars (excerpts) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCBDEE AFGFGFGHH A IAIAIAJJ I JKJKKKLL MKMKMKII IKIKIKFF A A A KK KNKNKNOO A K K K A I I I KK A KKKKKKKK A KIKIKIPQ A RKRKLKKK I KKKKKKFF IIIIIIKK K SININIRN K KTKOKTKK K KKKKKKKK A KIKIKIKK A IUIVIVKK A KTKOKOKK| XXXVI | A |
| The swift approach and unexpected speed | B |
| The king had made upon this new rais'd force | C |
| In the unconfirmed troops much fear did breed | B |
| Untimely hind'ring their intended course | C |
| The joining with the Welsh they had decreed | B |
| Was hereby dash'd which made their cause the worse | D |
| Northumberland with forces from the north | E |
| Expected to be there was not set forth | E |
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| XXXVII | A |
| And yet undaunted Hotspur seeing the king | F |
| So near arriv'd leaving the work in hand | G |
| With forward speed his forces marshalling | F |
| Sets forth his farther coming to withstand | G |
| And with a cheerful voice encouraging | F |
| His well experienc'd and adventurous band | G |
| Brings on his army eager unto fight | H |
| And plac'd the same before the king in sight | H |
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| XXXVIII | A |
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| This day saith he my valiant trusty friends | I |
| Whatever it doth give shall glory give | A |
| This day with honour frees our state or ends | I |
| Our misery with fame that still shall live | A |
| And do but think how well the same he spends | I |
| Who spends his blood his country to relieve | A |
| What have we hands and shall we servile be | J |
| Why were swords made but to preserve men free | J |
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| XXXIX | I |
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| Besides the assured hope of victory | J |
| Which we may even promise on our side | K |
| Against this weak constrained company | J |
| Whom force and fear not will and love doth guide | K |
| Against a prince whose foul impiety | K |
| The heavens do hate the earth cannot abide | K |
| Our number being no less our courage more | L |
| No doubt we have it if we work therefore | L |
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| XL | - |
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| This said and thus resolv'd even bent to charge | M |
| Upon the king who well their order view'd | K |
| And wary noted all the course at large | M |
| Of their proceeding and their multitude | K |
| And deeming better if he could discharge | M |
| The day with safety and some peace conclude | K |
| Great proffers sends of pardon and of grace | I |
| If they would yield and quietness embrace | I |
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| XLI | - |
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| Which though his fears might drive him to propose | I |
| To time his business for some other end | K |
| Yet sure he could not mean t' have peace with those | I |
| Who did in that supreme degree offend | K |
| Nor were they such as would be won with shows | I |
| Or breath of oaths or vows could apprehend | K |
| So that in honour the offers he doth make | F |
| Were not for him to give nor them to take | F |
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| XLII | - |
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| And yet this much his courses do approve | A |
| He was not bloody in his natural | - |
| And yield he did to more then might behove | A |
| His dignity to have dispens'd withal | - |
| And unto Worcester he himself did move | A |
| A reconcilement to be made of all | - |
| But Worcester knowing it could not be secur'd | K |
| His nephews onset yet for all procur'd | K |
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| XLIII | - |
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| Which seeing the king with greater wrath incens'd | K |
| Rage against fury doth with speed prepare | N |
| And though said he I could have well dispens'd | K |
| With this day's blood which I have sought to spare | N |
| That greater glory might have recompens'd | K |
| The forward worth of these that so much dare | N |
| That we might good have had by th' overthrown | O |
| And the wounds we make might not have been our own | O |
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| XLIV | A |
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| Yet since that other men's iniquity | K |
| Calls on the sword of wrath against my will | - |
| And that themselves exact this cruelty | K |
| And I constrained am this blood to spill | - |
| Then on brave followers on courageously | K |
| True hearted subjects against traitors ill | - |
| And spare not them who seek to spoil us all | - |
| Whose foul confused end soon see you shall | - |
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| XLV | A |
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| Forthwith began these fury moving sounds | I |
| The notes of wrath the music brought from Hell | - |
| The rattling drums which trumpets voice confounds | I |
| The cries the encouragements the shouting shrill | - |
| That all about the beaten air rebounds | I |
| Confused thundering murmurs horrible | - |
| To rob all sense except the sense to fight | K |
| Well hands may work the mind hath lost his sight | K |
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| XLVI | A |
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| O war begot in pride and luxury | K |
| The child of malice and revengeful hate | K |
| Thou impious good and good impiety | K |
| That art the foul refiner of a state | K |
| Unjust just scourge of men's iniquity | K |
| Sharp easer of corruptions desperate | K |
| Is there no means but that a sin sick land | K |
| Must be let blood with such a boisterous hand | K |
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| XLVII | A |
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| How well mightst thou have here been spar'd this day | K |
| Had not wrong counsell'd Percy been perverse | I |
| Whose forward hand inur'd to wounds makes way | K |
| Upon the sharpest fronts of the most fierce | I |
| Where now an equal fury thrusts to stay | K |
| And back repel that force and his disperse | I |
| Then these assail then those re chase again | P |
| Till stay'd with new made hills of bodies slain | Q |
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| XLVIII | A |
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| There lo that new appearing glorious star | R |
| Wonder of arms the terror of the field | K |
| Young Henry labouring where the stoutest are | R |
| And even the stoutest forced back to yield | K |
| There is that hand bolden'd to blood and war | L |
| That must the sword in wondrous actions wield | K |
| Though better he had learn'd with others' blood | K |
| A less expense to us to him more good | K |
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| XLIX | I |
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| Yet here had he not speedy succour lent | K |
| To his endanger'd father near oppress'd | K |
| That day had seen the full accomplishment | K |
| Of all his travails and his final rest | K |
| For Mars like Douglas all his forces bent | K |
| To encounter and to grapple with the best | K |
| As if disdaining any other thing | F |
| To do that day but to subdue a king | F |
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| L | - |
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| And three with fiery courage he assails | I |
| Three all as kings adorn'd in royal wise | I |
| And each successive after other quails | I |
| Still wond'ring whence so many kings should rise | I |
| And doubting lest his hand or eyesight fails | I |
| In these confounded on a fourth he flies | I |
| And him unhorses too whom had he sped | K |
| He then all kings in him had vanquished | K |
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| LI | K |
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| For Henry had divided as it were | S |
| The person of himself into four parts | I |
| To be less known and yet known everywhere | N |
| The more to animate his people's hearts | I |
| Who cheered by his presence would not spare | N |
| To execute their best and worthiest parts | I |
| By which two special things effected are | R |
| His safety and his subjects' better care | N |
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| LII | K |
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| And never worthy prince a day did quit | K |
| With greater hazard and with more renown | T |
| Than thou didst mighty Henry in this fight | K |
| Which only made thee owner of thine own | O |
| Thou never prov'dst the tenure of thy right | K |
| How thou didst hold thy easy gotten crown | T |
| Till now and now thou shew'st thyself chief lord | K |
| By that especial right of kings the sword | K |
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| LIII | K |
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| And dear it cost and much good blood is shed | K |
| To purchase thee a saving victory | K |
| Great Stafford thy high constable lies dead | K |
| With Shorly Clifton Gawsell Calverly | K |
| And many more whose brave deaths witnessed | K |
| Their noble valour and fidelity | K |
| And many more had left their dearest blood | K |
| Behind that day had Hotspur longer stood | K |
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| LIV | A |
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| But he as Douglas with his fury led | K |
| Rushing into the thickest woods of spears | I |
| And brakes of swords still laying at the head | K |
| The life of th' army whiles he nothing fears | I |
| Or spares his own comes all invironed | K |
| With multitude of power that over bears | I |
| His manly worth who yields not in his fall | K |
| But fighting dies and dying kills withal | K |
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| LV | A |
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| What ark what trophy what magnificence | I |
| Of glory Hotspur had'st thou purchas'd here | U |
| Could but thy cause as fair as thy pretence | I |
| Be made unto thy country to appear | V |
| Had it been her protection and defence | I |
| Not thy ambition made thee sell so dear | V |
| Thyself this day she must have here made good | K |
| An everlasting statue for thy blood | K |
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| LVI | A |
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| Which thus mis spent thy army presently | K |
| As if they could not stand when thou wert down | T |
| Dispers'd in rout betook them all to fly | K |
| And Douglas faint with wounds and overthrown | O |
| Was taken who yet won the enemy | K |
| Which took him by his noble valour shown | O |
| In that day's mighty work and was preserv'd | K |
| With all the grace and honour he deserv'd | K |
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Samuel Daniel
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