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

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SCENE IA
AT BRYSTOWEB
LLA AND SERVITOURESC
AELLAD
TYS nowe fulle morne I thoughten bie laste nyghteE
To have been heere mie stede han notte mie loveF
Thys ys mie pallace lette mie hyndes alyghteE
Whylste I goe oppe wake mie slepeynge doveF
Staie here mie hyndlettes I shal goe aboveF
Nowe Birtha wyll thie loke enhele mie spryteE
Thie smyles unto mie woundes a baulme wylle proveG
Mie ledanne boddie wylle bee sette aryghteE
Egwina haste ope the portalle doorH
Yatte I on Birtha's breste maie thynke of ware nemoreH
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EGWINAI
Oh llaD
LLAD
Ah that semmlykeene to meeJ
Speeketh a legendary tale of woeB
EGWINAI
Birtha isC
LLAD
Whatt where how saie whatte of sheeK
EGWINAI
GoneI
LLAD
Gone ye goddesC
EGWINAI
Alas ytte ys toe trueH
Yee seynctes hee dies awaie wythe myckle woeB
lla what lla oh hee lyves agenI
LLAD
Cal mee notte lla I am hymme ne moeB
Where ys shee gon awaie ah speake how whenI
EGWINAI
I willD
LLAD
Caparyson a score of stedes flie flieD
Where ys shee swythynne speeke or instante thou shalte dieE
EGWINAI
Stylle thie loud rage here thou whatte I knoweB
LLAD
Oh speekL
EGWINAI
Lyche prymrose droopynge wythe the heavie rayneI
Laste nyghte I lefte her droopynge wythe her wiereH
Her love the gare thatte gave her harte syke peyneI
LLAD
Her love to whommeB
EGWINAI
To thee her spouse alleyneI
As ys mie hentylle everyche morne to goeL
I wente and oped her chamber doore ynn twayneI
Botte found her notte as I was wont to doeL
Thanne alle arounde the pallace I dyd seereH
Botte culde to mie hartes woe ne fynde her aniewheereH
LLAD
Thou lyest foul hagge thou lyest thou art her aydeL
To chere her louste botte noe ytte cannotte beeJ
EGWINAI
Gyff trouthe appear notte inne whatte I have saydeL
Drawe forthe thie anlace swythyn thanne mee sleaD
LLAD
Botte yette ytte muste ytte muste bee soe I seeJ
Shee wythe somme loustie paramoure ys goneI
Itte moste bee soe oh how ytte wracketh meeJ
Mie race of love mie race of lyfe ys ronneI
Nowe rage brondeous storm tempeste commeJ
Nete lyvynge upon erthe can now enswote mie dommeJ
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SERVYTOUREH
Loverde I am aboute the trouthe to saieJ
Laste nyghte fulle late I dydde retourne to resteL
As to mie chamber I dydde betide mie waieB
To Birtha onne hys name and place addresteL
Downe to hym camme shee butte thereof the resteL
I ken ne matter so mie hommage madeL
LLAD
O speake ne moe mie harte flames yn yttes hesteL
I once was lla nowe bee notte yttes shadeL
Hanne alle the fuirie of mysfortunes wylleD
Fallen mine mie benned headde I hanne been lla stylleD
Thys alleyn was unburled of alle mie spryteL
Mie honnoure honnoure frownd on the dolce wyndeL
Thatte steeked on ytte nowe wyth rage Im pyghteL
A brondeous unweere ys mie engyned myndeL
Mie hommeur yette somme drybblet joie maie fyndeL
To the Danes woundes I wylle another yeveG
Whanne thos mie rennome and mie peace ys ryndeL
Itte were a recrandize to thyncke toe liveG
Mie huscarles untoe everie asker telleD
Gyffe noblie lla lyved as noblie lla felleD
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SERVYTOUREH
lla ys sleene the flower of Englond's marrdeL
LLAD
Be stylle stythe lette the chyrches rynge mie knelleD
Call hyther brave Coernyke he as wardeL
Of thys mie Brystowe castle wyll doe welleD
-
-
LLAD
Thee I ordeyne the warde so alle maie telleD
I have botte lyttel tym to dragge thys lyfeG
Mie lethal tale alyche a lethalle belleD
Dynne yn the eares of her I wyschd mie wyfeG
Botte ah shee maie be fayreH
EGWINAI
Yatte shee moste beeJ
LLAD
Ah saie notte soe yatte worde woulde lla dobblie sleeD
-
LLAD
Ah Birtha hereH
BIRTHAM
Whatte dynne ys thys Whatte merits yis leathalle knelleD
Where ys mie lla speeke where howe ys heeD
Oh lla art thou yanne alyve and wellD
LLAD
I lyve yndeed botte doe notte lyve for theeD
BIRTHAD
Whatte menes mie llaD
LLAD
Here mie meneynge seeD
Thie foulness urged mie honde to gyve thys woundeL
Ytte mee unsprytesD
BIRTHAD
Ytte hathe unspryted meeD
LLAD
Ah heavens mie Birtha fallethe to the groundeL
Botte yette I am a manne and so wylle beeD
HURRAH
lla I amme a Dane botte yette a friende to theeD
Thys damoyselle I founde wythynne a woodeL
Strevynge fulle harde anenste a burled swayneI
I sente hym myrynge ynne mie compheeres bloddeL
Celmonde hys name chief of thie warrynge trayneI
Yis damoiselle soughte to be here agayneI
The whyche albeytte foemen wee dydd wylleD
So here wee broughte her wythe you to remayneI
COERNYKEL
Yee nobyile Danes wythe goulde I wyll you fylleD
LLAD
Birtha mie lyfe mie love oh she ys fayreH
Whatte faultes could Birtha have whatte faultes could lla feareH
BIRTHAD
Amm I yenne thyne I cannotte blame thie feereH
Botte doe reste mee uponne mie lla's breasteL
I wylle to thee bewryen the woefulle gareH
Celmonde dyd comme to mee at tyme of resteL
Wordeynge for mee to flie att your requesteL
To Watchette towne where you deceasynge laieD
I wyth hym fledde thro' a murke wode we presteL
Where hee foule love unto mie eares dyd saieD
The DanesD
LLAD
Oh I die contentL
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BIRTHAD
Oh ys mie lla deddeL
O I will make hys grave mie vyrgyn spousal beddeL
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COERNYKEL
Whatt lla deadde and Birtha dyynge toeL
Soe falles the fayrest flourettes of the playneI
Who canne unplyte the wurchys heaven can doeL
Or who untweste the role of shappe yn twayneI
lla the rennome was thie onlie gayneI
For yatte thie pleasaunce thie joie was losteL
Thie countrymen shall rere thee on the playneI
A pyle of carnes as anie grave can boasteL
Further a just amede to thee to beeD
Inne heaven thou synge of Godde on erthe we'lle synge of theeD
The EndeL

Thomas Chatterton



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