The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 04 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCACDEFGG H DIJ EKILKM GKBIDKGKKIBIINONKK J GODEKPDJKBGIGDNGKG GMGQE GGRG GH DGKDG BGGBRKKGJG LO GGB OGGRI HIGDK MIGJBGEKDGKKJGKKDIG BIIKKJRIILGRJGL GKO KGRNI| ' Cesseth ' seide the Kyng ' I suffre yow no lenger | A |
| Ye shul saughtne forsothe and serve me bothe | B |
| Kis hire ' quod the Kyng 'Conscience I hote ' | C |
| ' Nay by Crist ' quod Conscience ' congeye me rather | A |
| But Reson rede me therto rather wol I deye ' | C |
| 'And I comaunde thee ' quod the Kyng to Conseience thanne | D |
| 'Rape thee to ryde and Reson that thow fecche | E |
| Comaunde hym that he come my counseil to here | F |
| For he shal rule my reaume and rede me the beste | G |
| Mede and of mo othere what man shal hire wedde | G |
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| And acounte with thee Conscience so me Crist helpe | H |
| How thow lernest the peple the lered and the lewed ' | - |
| 'I am fayn of that foreward ' seide the freke thanne | D |
| And ryt right to Reson and rouneth in his ere | I |
| And seide hym as the Kyng seide and sithen took his leve | J |
| 'I shal arraye me to ryde ' quod Reson reste thee a while ' | - |
| And called Caton his knave curteis of speche | E |
| And also Tomme Trewe tonge tel me no tales | K |
| Ne lesynge to laughen of for I loved hem nevere | I |
| ' Set my sadel upon Suffre til I se my tyme | L |
| And lat warroke hym wel with witty wordes gerthes | K |
| Hange on hym the hevy brydel to holde his heed lowe | M |
| For he wol make ''wehee'' twies er he be there ' | - |
| Thanne Conscience on his capul caireth forth faste | G |
| And Reson with hym ryt rownynge togideres | K |
| Whiche maistries Mede maketh on this erthe | B |
| Oon Waryn Wisdom and Witty his fere | I |
| Folwed hem faste for thei hadde to doone | D |
| In th'Eseheker and in the Chauncerye to ben descharged of thynges | K |
| And riden faste for Reson sholde rede hem the beste | G |
| For to save hem for silver from shame and from harmes | K |
| A c Conscience knew hem wel thei loved coveitise | K |
| And bad Reson ryde faste and recche of hir neither | I |
| 'Ther are wiles in hire wordes and with Mede thei dweneth | B |
| Ther as wrathe and wranglynge is ther wynne thei silver | I |
| Ac there is love and leautee thei wol noght come there | I |
| Contricio et infelicitas in viis eorum c | N |
| Thei ne gyveth noght of God one goose wynge | O |
| Non est timor Dei ante oculos eorum c | N |
| For thei wolde do moore for a dozeyne chiknes | K |
| Than for the love of Oure Lorde or alle hise leeve seintes | K |
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| Forthi Reson lat hem ride tho riche by hemselve | J |
| For Conscience knoweth hem noght ne Crist as I trowe ' | - |
| And thanne Reson rood faste the righte heighe gate | G |
| As Conscience hym kenned til thei come to the Kynge | O |
| Curteisly the Kyng thanne com ayeins Reson | D |
| And bitwene hymsel and his sone sette hym on benche | E |
| And wordeden wel wisely a gret while togideres | K |
| And thame com Pees into parliment and putte up a bill | P |
| How Wrong ayeins his wille hadde his wif taken | D |
| And how he ravysshede Rose Reignaldes loove | J |
| And Margrete of hir maydenhede maugree hire chekes | K |
| ' Bothe my gees and my grys hise gadelynges feccheth | B |
| I dar noght for fere of hem fighte ne chide | G |
| He borwed of me bayard and broughte hym hom nevere | I |
| Ne no ferthyng therfore for nought I koude plede | G |
| He maynteneth hise men to murthere myne hewen | D |
| Forstalleth my feires and fighteth in my chepyng | N |
| And breketh up my berne dores and bereth awey my whete | G |
| And taketh me but a taille for ten quarters otes | K |
| And yet he beteth me therto and lyth by my mayde | G |
| I am noght hardy for hym unnethe to loke ' | - |
| The Kyng knew he seide sooth for Conscience hym tolde | G |
| That Wrong was a wikked luft and wroghte muche sorwe | M |
| Wrong was afered thanne and Wisdom he soughte | G |
| To maken pees with hise pens and profred hym manye | Q |
| And seide 'Hadde I love of my lord the Kyng litel wolde I recche | E |
| Theigh Pees and his power pleyned hym evere ' | - |
| Tho wan Wisdom and Sire Waryn the Witty | G |
| For that Wrong hadde ywroght so wikked a dede | G |
| And warnede Wrong tho with swich a wis tale | R |
| 'Whoso wereheth by wille writhe maketh ofte | G |
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| I seye it by myself thow shalt it wel fynde | G |
| But if Mede it make thi meschief is uppe | H |
| For bothe thi lif and thi lond lyth in his grace ' | - |
| Thanne wowede Wrong Wisdom ful yerne | D |
| To maken his pees with his pens handy dandy payed | G |
| Wisdom and Wit thanne wenten togidres | K |
| And token Mede myd hem mercy to wynne | D |
| Pees putte forth his heed and his panne blody | G |
| 'Withouten gilt God woot gat I this seathe ' | - |
| Conseicnce and the commune knowen wel the sothe | B |
| Ac Wisdom and Wit were aboute faste | G |
| To overcomen the Kyng with catel if thei myghte | G |
| The Kyng swor by Crist and by his crowne bothe | B |
| That Wrong for hise werkes sholde wo tholie | R |
| And combundede a eonstable to casten hym in irens | K |
| 'And lete hym noght this seven yer seen his feet ones | K |
| 'God woot ' quod Wisdom 'that were noght the beste | G |
| And he amendes mowe make Iat Maynprise hym have | J |
| And be borgh for his bale and buggen hym boote | G |
| And so amenden that is mysdo and everemoore the bettre ' | - |
| Wit acorded therwith and seide the same | L |
| 'Bettre is that boote bale adoun brynge | O |
| Than bale be ybet and boote nevere the bettre ' | - |
| Thanne gan Mede to meken hire and mercy bisoughte | G |
| And profrede Pees a present al of pure golde | G |
| 'Have this man of me ' quod she 'to amenden thi scathe | B |
| For I wol wage for Wrong he wol do so na moore ' | - |
| Pitously Pees thanne preyde to the Kynge | O |
| To have mercy on that man that mysdide hym so ofte | G |
| 'For he hath waged me wel as Wisdom hym taughte | G |
| And I forgyve hym that gilt with a good wille | R |
| So that the Kyng assente I kan seye no bettre | I |
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| For Mede hath maad myne amendes I may na moore axe ' | - |
| 'Nay' quod the Kyng tho 'so me Crist helpe | H |
| Wrong wendeth noghtawey er I wite more | I |
| Lope he so lightly laughen he wolde | G |
| And eft the boldere be to bete myne hewen | D |
| But Reson have ruthe on hym he shal reste in my stokkes | K |
| As longe as I lyve but lowenesse hym borwe ' | - |
| Somme radde Reson tho to have ruthe on that shrewe | M |
| And for to counseille the Kyng and Conscience after | I |
| That Mede moste be maynpernour Reson thei bisoughte | G |
| ' Reed me noght ' quod Reson 'no ruthe to have | J |
| Til lordes and ladies loven alle truthe | B |
| And haten alle harlotrie to heren or to mouthen it | G |
| Til Pernelles purfill be put in hire hucche | E |
| And childrene cherissynge be chastised with yerdes | K |
| And harlottes holynesse be holden for an hyne | D |
| Til clerkene coveitise be to clothe the povere and fede | G |
| And religiouse romeris Recordare in hir cloistres | K |
| As Seynt Beneyt hem bad Bernard and Fraunceis | K |
| And til prechours prechynge be preved on hemselve | J |
| Til the Kynges counseil be the commune profit | G |
| Til bisshopes bayardes ben beggeris chaumbres | K |
| Hire haukes and hire houndes help to povere religious | K |
| And til Seint James be sought there I shal assigne | D |
| That no man go to Galis but if he go for evere | I |
| And alle Rome renneres for robberes of biyonde | G |
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| Bere no silver over see that signe of kyng sheweth | B |
| Neither grave ne ungrave gold neither silver | I |
| Upon forfeture of that fee who fynt hym at Dovere | I |
| But if it be marchaunt or his man or messager with lettres | K |
| Provysour or preest or penaunt for hise synnes | K |
| 'And yet ' quod Reson 'by the Rode I shal no ruthe have | J |
| Whiff Mede hath the maistrie in this moot halle | R |
| Ac I may shewe ensamples as I se outher | I |
| I seye it by myself ' quod he 'and it so were | I |
| That I were kyng with coroune to kepen a reaume | L |
| Sholde nevere Wrong in this world that I wite myghte | G |
| Ben unpunysshed in my power for peril of my soule | R |
| Ne gete my grace thorugh giftes so me God save | J |
| Ne for no mede have mercy but mekenesse it made | G |
| For ''Nullum molum the man mette with inpunitum | L |
| And bad Nullum bonum be irremuneratum '' | - |
| Lat thi confessour sire Kyng construe this E ngl ys sed | G |
| And if ye werchen it in werk I wedde myne eris | K |
| That Lawe shal ben a laborer and lede afeld donge | O |
| And Love shal lede thi lond as the leef liketh ' | - |
| Clerkes that were confessours coupled hem togideres | K |
| Al to construe this clause and for the Kynges profit | G |
| Ac noght for confort of the cornmune ne for the Kynges soule | R |
| For I seigh Mede in the moot halle on men of lawe wynke | N |
| And thei laughynge lope to hir | I |
William Langland
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