à?lla, A Tragical Interlude - Act Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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SCENE IA
MAGNUS HURRA and HIE PREESTE wyth the ARMIE neare WatchetteB
MAGNUSC
Swythe lette the offrendes to the Goddes begynneD
To knowe of hem the issue of the fyghteB
Potte the blodde steyned sword and pavyes ynneD
Spreade swythyn all arounde the hallie lyghteB
HIE PREESTE syngethE
Yee who hie yn mokie ayreF
Delethe seasonnes foule or fayreF
Yee who whanne yee weere agguylteB
The mone yn bloddie gytelles hylteB
Mooved the starres and dyd unbyndeB
Everyche barriere to the wyndeB
Whanne the oundynge waves dystresteB
Storven to be overestB
Sockeynge yn the spyre gyrte towneD
Swolterynge wole natyons downD
Sendynge dethe on plagues astroddeB
Moovynge lyke the erthys GoddeB
To mee send your heste dyvyneD
Lyghte eletten all myne eyneD
Thatt I maie now undevyseC
All the actyonnes of th'emprizeC
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Thus sayethe the Goddes goe yssue to the playneD
Forr there shall meynte of mytte menn be slayneD
MAGNUSC
Whie soe there evere was whanne Magnus foughteB
Efte have I treynted noyance throughe the hoasteB
Athorowe swerdes alyche the Queed dystraughteB
Have Magnus pressynge wroghte hys foemen loasteB
As whanne a tempeste vexethe soare the coasteB
The dyngeynge ounde the sandeie stronde doe tareF
So dyd I inne the warre the javlynne tosteB
Full meynte a champyonnes breaste received mie spearF
Mie sheelde lyche sommere morie gronfer drokeG
Mie lethalle speere alych a levyn mylted okeG
Thus sayethe the Goddes goe yssue to the playneD
Forr there shall meynte of mytte menn be slayneD
MAGNUSC
Whie soe there evere was whanne Magnus foughteB
Efte have I treynted noyance throughe the hoasteB
Athorowe swerdes alyche the Queed dystraughteB
Have Magnus pressynge wroghte hys foemen loasteB
As whanne a tempeste vexethe soare the coasteB
The dyngeynge ounde the sandeie stronde doe tareF
So dyd I inne the warre the javlynne tosteB
Full meynte a champyonnes breaste received mie spearF
Mie sheelde lyche sommere morie gronfer drokeG
Mie lethalle speere alych a levyn mylted okeG
HURRAF
Thie wordes are greate full of hyghe sound and eekeG
Lyche thonderre to the whych dothe comme no rayneD
Itte lacketh notte a doughtie honde to spekeG
The cocke saiethe drefte yett armed ys he alleyneD
Certis thie wordes maie thou motest have sayneD
Of mee and meynte of woe who eke canne fyghteB
Who haveth trodden downe the adventayleH
And tore the heaulmes from heades of myckle myghteB
Sythence syke myghte ys placed yn thie hondeB
Lette blowes thie actyons speeke and bie thie corrage stondeB
MAGNUSC
Thou are a warrioure Hurra thatte I kenneD
And myckle famed for thie handie dedeB
Thou fyghtest anente maydens and ne menneD
Nor aie thou makest armed hartes to bledeB
Efte I caparyson'd on bloddie stedeB
Havethe thee seene binethe mee ynn the fyghteB
Wythe corses I investynge everich medeB
And thou aston and wondrynge at mie myghteB
Thanne wouldest thou comme yn for mie renomeI
Albeytte thou wouldst reyne awaie from bloddie domeI
HURRAF
How butte bee bourne mie rage I kenne aryghteB
Bothe thee and thyne maie ne bee wordhye peeneD
Eftsoones I hope wee scalle engage yn fyghteB
Thanne to the souldyers all thou wylte bewreeneD
I'll prove mie courage onne the burled greeneD
Tys there alleyne I'll telle thee whatte I beeJ
Gyf I weelde notte the deadlie sphere adeeneD
Thanne lett mie name be fulle as lowe as theeJ
Thys mie adented shielde thys mie warre speareF
Schalle telle the falleynge foe gyf Hurra's harte can feareF
MAGNUSC
Magnus woulde speke butte thatte hys noble spryteB
Dothe soe enrage he knowes notte whatte to saieC
He'dde speke yn blowes yn gottes of blodde he'd wryteB
And on thie heafod peyncte hys myghte for aieK
Gyf thou anent an wolfynnes rage wouldest staieB
'Tys here to meet ytt botte gyff nott bee goeG
Lest I in furrie shulde mie armes dysplaieH
Whyche to thie boddie wylle wurche myckle woeG
Oh I bee madde dystraughte wyth brendyng rageL
Ne seas of smethynge gore wylle mie chafed harte asswageL
HURRAF
I kenne thee Magnus welle a wyghte thou artB
That doest aslee alonge ynn doled dystresseC
Strynge bulle yn boddie lyoncelle yn harteB
I almost wysche thie prowes were made lesseC
Whan lla name drest uppe yn ugsomnessC
To thee and recreandes thondered on the playneD
Howe dydste thou thorowe fyrste of fleers presseC
Swefter thanne federed takelle dydste thou reyneD
A ronnynge pryze onn seyncte daie to ordayneD
Magnus and none botte hee the ronnynge pryze wylle gayneD
MAGNUSC
Eternalie plagues devour thie baned tyngueG
Myriades of neders pre upponne thie spryteB
Maiest thou fele all the peynes of age whylst yyngeL
Unmanned uneyned exclooded aie the lyghteB
Thie senses lyche thieselfe enwrapped yn nyghteB
A scoff to foemen to beastes a pheereF
Maie furched levynne onne thie head alyghteB
Maie on thee falle the fhuyr of the unweereF
Fen vaipoures blaste thie everiche manlie powereF
Maie thie bante boddie quycke the wolsome peenes devoureF
Faygne woulde I curse thee further botte mie tyngueG
Denies mie harte the favoure soe toe doeB
HURRAF
Nowe bie the Dacyanne goddes Welkyns kyngeL
Wythe fhurie as thou dydste begynne persueC
Calle on mie heade all tortures that bee rouF
Bane onne tylle thie owne tongue thie curses feleH
Sende onne mie heade the blyghteynge levynne bleweG
The thonder loude the swellynge azure releH
Thie wordes be hie of dynne botte nete besydeB
Bane on good chieftayn fyghte wythe wordes of myckle prydeB
Botte doe notte waste thie breath lest lla comeI
MAGNUSC
lla thee togyder synke toe helleH
Bee youre names blasted from the rolle of domeI
I feere noe lla thatte thou kennest welleH
Unlydgefulle traytoure wylt thou nowe rebelleH
'Tys knowen thatte yie menn bee lyncked to myneD
Bothe sente as troopes of wolves to sletre felleH
Botte nowe thou lackest hem to be all yyneD
Now bie the goddes yatte reule the Dccyanne stateB
Speacke thou yn rage once moe I wyll thee dysregateB
HURRAF
I pryze thie threattes joste as I doe thie banesC
The sede of malyce and recendize alH
Thou arte a steyne unto the name of DanesC
Thou alleyne to thie tyngue for proose canst calleH
Thou beest a worme so groffile and so smalH
I wythe thie bloude woulde scorne to foul mie swordeB
Botte wythe thie weaponnes woulde upon thee fallH
Alyche thie owne feare slea thee wythe a wordeB
I Hurra amme miesel aie wylle beeJ
As greate yn valourous actes yn commande as theeJ
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MESSENGEREF
Blynne your contekions chiefs for as I stodeB
Uponne mie watche I spiede an armie commyngeL
Notte lyche ann handfulle of a fremded foeB
Botte blacke wythe armoure movynge ugsomlieH
Lyche a blacke fulle cloude thatte dothe goe alongeL
To droppe yn hayle hele the thonder stormeI
MAGNUSC
Ar there meynte of themI
MESSENGERRF
Thycke as the ante flyes ynne a sommer's noneD
Seemynge as tho' theie stynge as persante tooB
HURRAF
Whatte matters thatte lettes sette oure warr arraieF
Goe sounde the beme lette champyons prepareF
Ne doubtynge we wylle stynghe as faste as heieM
Whatte doest forgard thie blodde ys ytte for feareF
Wouldest thou gayne the towne castle stereF
And yette ne byker wythe the soldyer guardeB
Go hyde thee ynn mie tente annethe the lereF
I of thie boddie wylle keepe watche wardeB
MAGNUSC
Oure goddes of Denmarke know mie harte ys goodeB
HURRAF
For nete uppon the erthe botte to be choughens foodeB
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SECONDE MESSENGERREF
As from mie towre I kende the commynge foeB
I spied the crossed shielde bloddie swerdeB
The furyous lla's banner wythynne kenneD
The armie ys Dysorder throughe oure hoasteB
Is fleynge borne onne wynges of lla's nameI
Styr styr mie lordesC
MAGNUSC
What lla soe neareF
Thenne Denmarques roiend oh mie rysynge feareF
HURRAF
What doeste thou mene thys lla's botte a manneD
Nowe bie mie sworde thou arte a verie berneD
Of late I dyd thie creand valoure scanneD
Whanne thou dydst boaste soe moche of actyon derneD
Botte I toe warr mie doeynges moste atturneD
To cheere the Sabbataneres to deere dedeB

Thomas Chatterton



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