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King Arthur's Death Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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On Trinitye Mondaye in the morne	A
This sore battayle was doom'd to bee	B
Where manye a knighte cry'd Well awaye	C
Alacke it was the more pitt e	B
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Ere the first crowinge of the cocke	D
When as the kinge in his bed laye	C
He thoughte Sir Gawaine to him came	E
And there to him these wordes did saye	C
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quot Nowe as you are mine unkle deare	F
And as you prize your life this daye	C
O meet not with your foe in fight	G
Putt off the battayle if yee maye	C
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quot For Sir Launcelot is nowe in Fraunce	H
And with him many an hardye knighte	G
Who will within this moneth be backe	I
And will assiste yee in the fighte quot	G
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The kinge then call'd his nobles all	J
Before the breakinge of the daye	C
And told them howe Sir Gawaine came	E
And there to him these wordes did saye	C
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His nobles all this counsayle gave	K
That earlye in the morning hee	B
Shold send awaye an herauld at armes	H
To aske a parley faire and free	B
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Then twelve good knightes King Arthur chose	H
The best of all that with him were	F
To parley with the foe in field	G
And make with him agreement faire	F
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The king he charged all his hoste	G
In readinesse there for to bee	B
But noe man shold noe weapon sturre	F
Unlesse a sword drawne they shold see	B
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And Mordred on the other parte	G
Twelve of his knights did likewise bringe	L
The best of all his companye	C
To hold the parley with the kinge	L
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Sir Mordred alsoe charged his hoste	G
In readinesse there for to bee	B
But noe man sholde noe weapon sturre	F
But if a sworde drawne they shold see	B
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For he durste not his unkle truste	G
Nor he his nephewe sothe to tell	M
Alacke it was a woefulle case	H
As ere in Christentye befelle	M
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But when they were together mette	G
And both to faire accordance broughte	G
And a month's league betweene them sette	G
Before the battayle sholde be foughte	G
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An addere crept forth of a bushe	N
Stunge one o' th' king's knightes on the knee	B
Alacke It was a woefulle chance	H
As ever was in Christent e	B
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When the knighte found him wounded sore	F
And sawe the wild worm hanginge there	F
His sworde he from his scabberde drewe	O
A piteous case as ye shall heare	F
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For when the two hostes sawe the sworde	G
They joyned battayle instantlye	C
Till of soe manye noble knightes	H
On one side there were left but three	F
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For all were slain that durst abide	G
And but some fewe that fled awaye	C
Ay mee it was a bloodye fielde	G
As ere was foughte on a summer's daye	C
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Upon King Arthur's own party	G
Onlye himselfe escaped there	F
And Lukyn Duke of Gloster free	G
And the king's butler Bedevere	G
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And when the king beheld his knightes	H
All dead and scattered on the molde	G
The teares fast trickled downe his face	H
That manlye face in fight so bolde	G
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quot Nowe reste yee all brave knights quot he said	G
quot Soe true and faithful to your trust	G
And must ye then ye valiant hearts	H
Be lefte to moulder into dust	G
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quot Most loyal have yee been to mee	G
Most true and faithful unto deathe	P
And oh to rayse yee up againe	B
How freelye could I yield my breathe	P
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quot But see the traitor's yet alive	Q
Lo where hee stalkes among the deade	G
Nowe bitterlye he shall abye	C
And vengeance fall upon his head quot	G
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quot O staye my liege quot then sayd the duke	R
quot O staye for love and charit e	G
Remember what the vision spake	S
Nor meete your foe if it may bee quot	G
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quot O staye mee not thou worthye wight	G
This debt my loyal knights I owe	O
Betide my life betide me death	P
I will avenge them of their foe quot	G
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Then straite he grasp'd his trustye speare	G
And on his horse then mounted hee	G
As his butler holpe him to his horse	H
His bowels gushed to his knee	G
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quot Alas quot then sayd the noble king	T
quot That I should live this sight to see	G
To see this good knight here be slaine	B
All for his love in helping mee	G
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He put his speare into his reste	G
And to Sir Mordred loud gan crye	C
quot Nowe sette thyself upon thy guarde	G
For traitor nowe thy death is nye quot	G
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Sir Mordred lifted up his sworde	G
And fierce to meet the king ran hee	G
The king his speare he through him thrust	G
A fathom thorow his bod e	G
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When Mordered felt the stroke of death	P
And found that he was wounded soe	G
He thrust himselfe upon the speare	G
And strucke the king a deadlye blowe	O
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Then grimmlye dyed Sir Mordered	G
Presentlye upon that tree	G
And bloody streames ranne from the kinge	L
Ere to the duke returned hee	G
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Sir Lukyn then he thus bespake	T
quot Sir Knighte thou hast been faithfulle tryde	G
Nowe take my sworde Excalibar	G
That hangs so freelye by my syde	G
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quot O take my sword Excalibar	G
And there into the river throwe	O
For here henceforth benethe this tree	G
All use of weapons I forgoe	T
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quot And fare thee well thou trustye sword	G
A better neer had valiant knighte	G
With thee full ofte and many a daye	C
Have I withstood my foe in fighte	G
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With this good fauchion in my hande	G
Oft have I reapd the bloody feelde	G
But nowe the fatalle houre is come	U
That never more I may thee weelde quot	G
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The duke to the river side he went	G
And there his owne sword in threwe he	G
But he kept back Excalibar	G
He kept it back in privitie	G
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For all of coleyne was the blade	G
And all the hilte of precious stone	B
quot And ever alacke quot then sayd the knighte	G
quot Must such a sword awaye be throwne quot	G
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Then backe he came unto the kinge	L
Who sayd Sir Lukyn what did yee see quot	G
quot Nothing my liege save that the winde	G
Blewe oer the waters faire and free quot	G
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quot O goe againe quot then said the kinge	L
quot O good Sir Lukyn goe againe	B
Into the rivere throwe my sword	G
Nor keepe me lingering here in paine quot	G
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The duke then to the river went	G
And the kings scabberd in threwe hee	G
But he kept backe Excalibar	G
And hid it undernethe a tree	G
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Then backe he came to tell the kinge	L
Who sayde quot Sir Lukyn sawe ye oughte quot	G
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quot Nothinge my liege save that the winde	G
Nowe with the angrye waters fought quot	G
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quot O Lukyn Lukyn quot said the kinge	L
quot Twice haste thou dealt deceytfullye	C
Alacke whom may wee ever truste	G
When suche a knighte soe false can bee	G
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quot Saye wouldst thou have thy master dead	G
All for a sword that wins thine eye	C
Now goe againe and throwe it in	B
Or here the one of us shall dye quot	G
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The duke all shent with this rebuke	T
No aunswere made unto the kinge	L
But to the rivere tooke the sworde	G
And threwe it far as he coulde flinge	L
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A hande and an arme did meete the sworde	G
And flourishd three times in the air	G
Then sunke benethe the renninge streme	U
And of the duke was seene noe mair	G
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All sore astonied stood the duke	T
He stood as still as still mote bee	G
Then hastened backe to telle the kinge	L
But he was gone from under the tree	G
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But to what place he cold not tell	M
For never after hee did him spye	C
But hee sawe a barge goe from the land	G
And hee heard ladyes howle and crye	C
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And whether the kinge were there or not	G
Hee never knewe nor ever colde	G
For from that sad and direfulle daye	C
Hee never more was seene on molde	G