The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 03 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Now is Mede the mayde and no mo of hem alleA
With bedeles and baillies brought bifore the KyngB
The Kyng called a clerk l kan noght his nameC
To take Mede the maide and maken hire at eseD
I shal assayen hire myself and soothliche apposeD
What man of this world that hire were levestE
And if she werche bi wit and my wil folweF
I wol forgyven hire this gilt so me God helpe 'G
Curteisly the clerk thanne as the Kyng highteE
Took Mede bi the myddel and broghte hire into chambreH
Ac ther was murthe and mynstralcie Mede to pleseD
That wonyeth at Westmynstre worshipeth hire alleA
Gentilliche with joye the justices sommeC
Busked hem to the bour ther the burde dwelledeE
Conforted hyre kyndely by Clergies leveI
And seiden ' Mourne noght Mede ne make thow no sorweF
For we wol wisse the Kyng and thi wey shapeJ
To be wedded at thi wille and wher thee leef likethK
For al Conscienees cast or craft as I trowe 'G
Mildely Mede thanne merciede hem alleA
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Of hire grete goodnesse and gaf hem echoneL
Coupes of clene gold and coppes of silverH
Rynges with rubies and richesses manyeM
The Ieeste man of hire meynee a moton of goldeE
Thanne laughte thei leve thise lordes at MedeE
With that comenclerkes to conforten hire the sameC
And beden hire be blithe 'For we beth thyne oweneL
For to werche thi wille the while thow myght laste '-
Hendiliche heo thanne bihighte hem the sameC
To loven hem lelly and lordes to makeB
And in the consistorie at the court do callen hire namesD
' Shal no lewednesse lette the clerke that I lovyeM
That he ne worth first avaunced for I am biknowenL
Ther konnynge clerkes shul clokke bihynde '-
Thanne cam ther a confessour coped as a frereH
To Mede the mayde mekeliche he loutedeE
And seide ful softely in shrift as it wereH
'Theigh lewed men and lered men hadde leyen by thee botheK
And Falshede hadde yfolwed thee alle thise fifty wynterH
I shal assoille thee myself for a seem of wheteE
And also be thi bedeman and bere wel thyn er endeE
Amonges knyghtes and clerkes Conscience to torneL
Thanne Mede for hire mysdedes to that man kneledE
And shrof hire of hire sherewednesse shamelees I troweF
Tolde hym a tale and took hym a nobleA
For to ben hire bedeman and hire brocour alsD
Thanne he assoiled hire soone and sithen he seideE
' We have a wyndow in werchynge wole stonden us ful hyeM
Woldestow glaze that gable and grave therinne thy nameC
Sykir sholde thi soule be hevene to have '-
' Wiste I that ' quod the womman I wolde noght spareH
For to be youre frend frere and faile yow nevereH
While ye love lordes that lecherie hauntenL
And lakketh noght ladies that loven wel the sameC
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It is a freletee of flessh ye fynden it in bokesD
And a cours of kynde wherof we comen alleA
Who may scape the sclaundre the scathe is soone amendedE
It is synne of the sevene sonnest relessedE
Have mercy ' quod Mede of men that it hauntethK
And I shal covere youre kirk youre cloistre do makenL
Wowes do whiten and wyndowes glazenL
Do peynten and portraye who paied for the makyngeN
That every segge shall see I am suster of youre house '-
Ac God to alle good folk swich gravynge defendethK
To writen in wyndowes of hir wel dedesD
An aventure pride be peynted there and pomp of the worldE
For God knoweth thi conscience and thi kynde willeA
And thi cost and thi coveitise and who the catel oughteE
Forthi I lere yow lordes leveth swiche w rityng esD
To writen in wyndowes of youre wel dedesD
Or to greden after Goddes men whan ye gyve dolesD
On aventure ye have youre hire here and youre hevene alsD
Nesciat sinsitra quid faciat dextraH
Lat noght thi left half late ne ratheK
Wite what thow werchest with thi right sydeE
For thus bit the Gospel goode men doon hir almesseD
Maires and maceres that menes ben bitweneL
The kyng and the comune to kepe the lawesD
To punysshe on pillories and on pynynge stoolesD
Brewesters and baksters bochiers and cokesD
For thise are men on this molde that moost harm werchethK
To the povere peple that parcelmele buggenL
For thei poisone the peple pryveliche and ofteE
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Thei richen thorugh regratrie and rentes hem biggenL
With that the povere peple sholde putte in hire wombeC
For toke thei on trewely thei tymbred nought so heigheO
Ne boughte none burgages be ye ful certeyneL
Ac Mede the mayde the mair h eo bisought eP
Of alle swiche selleris silver to takeB
Or presents withouten pens as pieces of silverH
Rynges or oother richesse the regratiers to maynteneL
' For my love ' quod that lady love hem echoneL
And suffre hem to selle somdel ayeins reson '-
Salamon the sage a sermon he madeE
For to amenden maires and men that kepen lawesD
And tolde hem this teme that I telle thynkeB
Ignis devorabit tabernacula eorum qui libenter accipiunt munera cB
Among thise lettrede leodes this Latyn is to meneL
That fir shall falle and for brenne al to bloo askesD
The houses and the homes of hem that desirethK
Yiftes or yeresyeves because of hire officesD
The Kyng fro counseil cam and called after MedeE
And ofsente hire as swithe with sergeaunts manyeM
That broughte hire to boure with blisse and with joyeM
Curteisly the Kyng thanne comsed to telleA
To Mede the mayde he melleth thise wordesD
' Unwittily womman wroght hastow ofteE
Ac worse wroghtest thow nevere than tho thow Fals tokeB
But I forgyve thee that gilt and graunte thee my graceD
Hennes to thi deeth day do so na mooreH
I have a knyght Conscience cam late fro biyondeE
If he wilneth thee to wif wiltow hym have '-
'Ye Iord ' quod that lady ' Lord forbede it ellisD
But I be holly at youre heste lat hange me soone '-
Thanne was Conscience called to come and appereH
Bifore the Kyng and his conseil as clerkes and othereH
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Knelynge Conseience to the Kyng loutedE
To wite what his wille were and what he do sholdeE
'Woltow wedde this womman ' quod the Kyng 'if I wole assenteE
For she is fayn of thi felaweshipe for to be thi make '-
Quod Conscience to the Kyng 'Crist it me forbedeE
Er I wedde swich a wif wo me bitideE
For she is frele of hire feith fikel of hire specheQ
And maketh men mysdo many score tymesD
In trust of hire tresor she t en eth ful manyeM
Wyves and widewes wantounnesse she techethK
And lereth hem lecherie that loveth hire yiftesD
Poure fader she felled thorugh false bihesteE
And hath apoisoned popes and peired Holy ChircheQ
Is noght a bettre baude by Hym that me madeE
Bitwene hevene and helle in erthe though men soghteE
For she is tikel of hire tail talewis of tongeN
As commune as the cartwey to knaves and to alleA
To monkes to mynstrales to meseles in heggesD
Sisours and somonours swiche men hire preisethK
Sherreves of shires were shent if she ne wereH
For she dooth men lese hire lond and hire lif botheK
She leteth passe prisoners and paieth for hem ofteE
And gyveth the gailers gold and grotes togidresD
To unfettre the Fals fle where hym likethK
And taketh the trewe bi the top and tieth hym fasteE
And hangeth hym for hatrede that harm e de nevereH
'To be cursed in consistorie she counteth noght a russheD
For she copeth the commissarie and coteth hise clerkesD
She is assoiled as soone as hireself likethK
She may neigh as muche do in a monthe onesD
As youre secret seel in sixe seore dayesD
She is pryvee with the Pope provisours it knowethK
For Sire Symonie and hirselve seleth hire bullesD
She blesseth thise bisshopes theigh thei be lewedE
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Provendreth persones and preestes she mayntenethK
To h old e lemmans and lotebies alle hire lif daiesD
And bryngen forth barnes ayein forbode lawesD
'Ther she is wel with the kyng wo is the reaumeC
For she is favorable to Fals and defouleth truthe ofteE
By Jesus with hire jeweles youre justice she shendethK
And lith ayein the lawe and letteth hym the gateE
That feith may noght have his forth hire floryns go so thinkeB
She ledeth the lawe as hire list and lovedaies makethK
And doth men lese thorugh hirH

William Langland



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