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Goddwyn; A Tragedie Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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PERSONS REPRESENTED	A
HAROLDE bie T Rowleie the Aucthoure	B
GODDWYN bie Johan de Iscamme	C
ELWARDE bie Syrr Thybbot Gorges	D
ALSTAN bie Syrr Alan de Vere	B
KYNGE EDWARD bie Mastre Wilyam Canynge	E
Odhers bie Knyghtes Mynnstrells	D
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PROLOGUE	F
WHYLOMME bie pensmenne moke ungentle name	C
Have upon Goddwynne Erle of Kente bin layde	A
Dherebie benymmynge hymme of faie and fame	C
Unliart divinistres haveth saide	A
Thatte he was knowen toe noe hallie wurche	G
Botte thys was all hys faulte he gyfted ne the churche	G
The aucthoure of the piece whiche we enacte	A
Albeytte a clergyon trouthe wyll wrytte	A
Inne drawynge of hys menne no wytte ys lackte	A
Entyn a kynge mote bee full pleased to nyghte	A
Attende and marcke the partes nowe to be done	H
Wee better for toe doe do champyon anie onne	H
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GODDWYN A TRAGEDIE	A
ACT I	I
GODDWYN AND HAROLDE	A
GODDWYN	H
HAROLDE	A
HAROLDE	A
Mie loverde	A
GODDWYN	H
O I weepe to thyncke	F
What foemen riseth to isrete the londe	A
Theie batten onne her fleshe her hartes bloude dryncke	F
And all ys graunted from the roieal honde	A
HAROLDE	A
Lette notte this agreme blyn ne aledge stonde	A
Bee I toe wepe I wepe in teres of gore	B
Am I betrassed syke shulde mie burlie bronde	A
Depeyncte the wronges on hym from whom I bore	B
GODDWYN	H
I ken thie spryte ful welle gentle thou art	A
Stringe ugsomme rou as smethynge armyes seeme	C
Yett efte I feare thie chefes toe grete a parte	A
And that thie rede bee efte borne downe bie breme	C
What tydynges from the kynge	E
HAROLDE	A
His Normans know	H
I make noe compheeres of the shemrynge trayne	H
GODDWYN	H
Ah Harolde tis a syghte of myckle woe	H
To kenne these Normannes everich rennome gayne	H
What tydynge withe the foulke	F
HAROLDE	A
Stylle mormorynge atte yer shap stylle toe the kynge	E
Theie rolle theire trobbles lyche a sorgie sea	A
Hane Englonde thenne a tongue butte notte a stynge	E
Dothe alle compleyne yette none wylle ryghted bee	A
GODDWYN	H
Awayte the tyme whanne Godde wylle sende us ayde	A
HAROLDE	A
No we muste streve to ayde oureselves wyth powre	B
Whan Godde wylle sende us ayde tis fetelie prayde	A
Moste we those calke awaie the lyve longe howre	B
Thos croche oure armes and ne toe lyve dareygne	H
Unburled undelievre unespryte	A
Far fro mie harte be fled thyk thoughte of peyne	H
Ile free mie countrie or Ille die yn fyghte	A
GODDWYN	H
Botte lette us wayte untylle somme season fytte	A
Mie Kentyshmen thie Summertons shall ryse	A
Adented prowess to the gite of witte	A
Agayne the argent horse shall daunce yn skies	A
Oh Harolde heere forstraughteynge wanhope lies	A
Englonde oh Englonde tys for thee I blethe	J
Whylste Edwarde to thie sonnes wylle nete alyse	A
Shulde anie of thie sonnes sele aughte of ethe	J
Upponne the trone I sette thee helde thie crowne	H
Botte oh twere hommage nowe to pyghte thee downe	H
Thou arte all preeste notheynge of the kynge	E
Thou arte all Norman nothynge of mie blodde	A
Know ytte beseies thee notte a masse to synge	E
Servynge thie leegefolcke thou arte servynge Godde	A
HAROLDE	A
Thenne Ille doe heaven a servyce To the skyes	A
The dailie contekes of the londe ascende	A
The wyddowe fahdrelesse bondemennes cries	A
Acheke the mokie aire heaven astende	A
On us the rulers doe the folcke depende	A
Hancelled from erthe these Normanne hyndes shalle bee	A
Lyche a battently low mie swerde shalle brende	A
Lyche fallynge softe rayne droppes I wyll hem slea	K
Wee wayte too longe our purpose wylle defayte	A
Aboune the hyghe empryze rouze the champyones strayte	A
GODDWYN	H
Thie suster	B
HAROLDE	A
Aye I knowe she is his queene	H
Albeytte dyd shee speeke her foemen fayre	B
I wulde dequace her comlie semlykeene	H
And foulde mie bloddie anlace yn her hayre	B
GODDWYN	H
Thye fhuir blyn	H
HAROLDE	A
No bydde the leathal mere	B
Upriste withe hiltrene wyndes cause unkend	A
Beheste it to be lete so twylle appeare	B
Eere Harolde hyde hys name his contries frende	A
The gule steyncte brygandyne the adventayle	K
The feerie anlace brede shal make mie gare prevayle	K
GODDWYN	H
Harolde what wuldest doe	A
HAROLDE	A
Bethyncke thee whatt	A
Here liethe Englonde all her drites unfree	B
Here liethe Normans coupynge her bie lotte	A
Caltysnyng everich native plante to gre	B
Whatte woulde I doe I brondeous wulde hem slee	K
Tare owte theyre sable harte bie ryghtefulle breme	C
Theyre deathe a meanes untoe mie lyfe shulde bee	K
Mie spryte shulde revelle yn theyr harte blodde streme	C
Eftsoones I wylle bewryne mie ragefulle ire	B
And Goddis anlace wielde yn furie dyre	B
GODDWYN	H
Whatte wouldest thou wythe the kynge	E
HAROLDE	A
Take offe hys crowne	H
The ruler of somme mynster hym ordeyne	H
Sette uppe som dygner than I han pyghte downe	H
And peace in Englonde shulde be brayd agayne	H
GODDWYN	H
No lette the super hallie seyncte kynge reygne	H
Ande somme moe reded rule the untentyff reaulme	C
Kynge Edwarde yn hys cortesie wylle deygne	H
So to yielde the spoiles and alleyne were the heaulme	C
Botte from mee harte bee everych thoughte of gayne	H
Nor anie of mie kin I wysche him to ordeyne	H
HAROLDE	A
Tell me the meenes and I wylle boute ytte strayte	A
Bete mee to slea mieself ytte shalle be done	H
GODDWYN	H
To thee I wylle swythynne the menes unplayte	A
Bie whyche thou Harolde shalte be proved mie sonne	H
I have longe seen whatte peynes were undergon	H
Whatte agrames braunce out from the general tree	B
The tyme ys commynge whan the mollock gron	H
Drented of alle yts swolynge owndes shalle bee	B
Mie remedie is goode our menne shall ryse	A
Eftsoons the Normans and owre agrame flies	A
HAROLDE	A
I will to the West and gemote alle the knyghtes	A
Wythe bylles that pancte for blodde and sheeldes as brede	A
As the ybroched moon when blaunch she dyghtes	A
The wodeland grounde or water mantled mede	A
Wythe hondes whose myghte canne make the doughtiest blede	A
Who efte have knelte upon forslagen foes	A
Whoe wythe yer fote orrests a castle stede	A
Who dare on kynges for to bewrecke yiere woes	A
Nowe wylle the menne of Englonde haile the daie	A
Whan Goddwyn leades them to the ryghtfulle fraie	B
GODDWYN	H
Botte firste we'll call the loverdes of the West	A
The erles of Mercia Conventrie and all	K
The moe wee gayne the gare wylle prosper beste	A
Wythe syke a nomber wee can never fall	K
HAROLDE	A
True so wee sal doe best to lyncke the chayne	H
And alle attenes the spreddynge kyngedomme bynde	A
No crouched champyone wythe an harte moe feygne	H
Dyd yssue owte the hallie swerde to fynde	A
Than I nowe strev to ryd mie londe of peyne	H
Goddwyn what thanckes owre laboures wylle enhepe	L
I'lle ryse mie friendes unto the bloddie pleyne	H
I'lle wake the honnoure thatte ys now aslepe	L
When wylle the chiefes mete atte thie feastive halle	K
That I wythe voice alowde maie there upon 'em calle	K
GODDWYN	H
Next eve mie sonne	H
HAROLDE	A
Nowe Englonde ys the tyme	C
Whan thee or thie felle foemens cause moste die	A
Thie geason wronges bee reyne ynto theyre pryme	C
Nowe wylle thie sonnes unto thie succoure flie	K
Alyche a storm egederinge yn the skie	F
Tys fulle ande brasteth on the chaper grounde	A
Sycke shalle mie fhuirye on the Normans flie	K
And alle theyre mittee	A
Nowe nowe wylle Harolde or oppressionne falle	K
Ne moe the Englyshmenne yn vayne for hele shal calle	K
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ACT II	I
SCENE I	I
KYNGE EDWARDE AND HIS QUEENE	H
QUEENE	H
BOTTE loverde whie so manie Normannes here	B
Mee thynckethe wee bee notte yn Englyshe londe	A
These browded straungers alwaie doe appere	B
Theie parte yor trone and sete at your ryghte honde	A
KYNGE	E
Go to goe to you doe ne understonde	A
Theie yeave mee lyffe and dyd mie bowkie kepe	L
Theie dyd mee feeste and did embowre me gronde	A
To trete hem ylle wulde lette mie kyndnesse slepe	L
QUEENE	H
Mancas you have yn store and to them parte	A
Youre leege folcke make moke dole you have theyr worthe asterte	A
KYNGE	E
I heste no rede of you I ken mie friendes	A
Hallie dheie are fulle ready mee	C