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The Pardoner's Tale

 

THE PROLOGUE.

 

OUR Hoste gan to swear as he were wood;

"Harow!" quoth he, "by nailes and by blood, <1>

This was a cursed thief, a false justice.

As shameful death as hearte can devise

Come to these judges and their advoca's.*      *advocates, counsellors

Algate* this sely** maid is slain, alas!      *nevertheless **innocent

Alas! too deare bought she her beauty.

Wherefore I say, that all day man may see

That giftes of fortune and of nature

Be cause of death to many a creature.

Her beauty was her death, I dare well sayn;

Alas! so piteously as she was slain.

[Of bothe giftes, that I speak of now

Men have full often more harm than prow,*]                       *profit

But truely, mine owen master dear,

This was a piteous tale for to hear;

But natheless, pass over; 'tis *no force.*                 *no matter*

I pray to God to save thy gentle corse,*                           *body

And eke thine urinals, and thy jordans,

Thine Hippocras, and eke thy Galliens, <2>

And every boist* full of thy lectuary,                        *box <3>

God bless them, and our lady Sainte Mary.

So may I the',* thou art a proper man,                          *thrive

And like a prelate, by Saint Ronian;

Said I not well? Can I not speak *in term?*              *in set form*

But well I wot thou dost* mine heart to erme,**    *makest **grieve<4>

That I have almost caught a cardiacle:*                 *heartache <5>

By corpus Domini <6>, but* I have triacle,**        *unless **a remedy

Or else a draught of moist and corny <7> ale,

Or but* I hear anon a merry tale,                               *unless

Mine heart is brost* for pity of this maid.             *burst, broken

Thou *bel ami,* thou Pardoner," he said,                *good friend*

Tell us some mirth of japes* right anon."                      *jokes

"It shall be done," quoth he, "by Saint Ronion.

But first," quoth he, "here at this ale-stake*     *ale-house sign <8>

I will both drink, and biten on a cake."

But right anon the gentles gan to cry,

"Nay, let him tell us of no ribaldry.

Tell us some moral thing, that we may lear*                      *learn

Some wit,* and thenne will we gladly hear."             *wisdom, sense

"I grant y-wis,"* quoth he; "but I must think                  *surely

Upon some honest thing while that I drink."

 

THE TALE <1>

 

Lordings (quoth he), in churche when I preach,

I paine me to have an hautein* speech,          *take pains **loud <2>

And ring it out, as round as doth a bell,

For I know all by rote that I tell.

My theme is always one, and ever was;

Radix malorum est cupiditas.<3>

First I pronounce whence that I come,

And then my bulles shew I all and some;

Our liege lorde's seal on my patent,

That shew I first, *my body to warrent,*           *for the protection

That no man be so hardy, priest nor clerk,               of my person*

Me to disturb of Christe's holy werk.

And after that then tell I forth my tales.

Bulles of popes, and of cardinales,

Of patriarchs, and of bishops I shew,

And in Latin I speak a wordes few,

To savour with my predication,

And for to stir men to devotion

Then show I forth my longe crystal stones,

Y-crammed fall of cloutes* and of bones;              *rags, fragments

Relics they be, as *weene they* each one.      *as my listeners think*

Then have I in latoun* a shoulder-bone                          *brass

Which that was of a holy Jewe's sheep.

"Good men," say I, "take of my wordes keep;*                     *heed

If that this bone be wash'd in any well,

If cow, or calf, or sheep, or oxe swell,

That any worm hath eat, or worm y-stung,

Take water of that well, and wash his tongue,

And it is whole anon; and farthermore

Of pockes, and of scab, and every sore

Shall every sheep be whole, that of this well

Drinketh a draught; take keep* of that I tell.                    *heed

 

"If that the goodman, that the beastes oweth,*                 *owneth

Will every week, ere that the cock him croweth,

Fasting, y-drinken of this well a draught,

As thilke holy Jew our elders taught,

His beastes and his store shall multiply.

And, Sirs, also it healeth jealousy;

For though a man be fall'n in jealous rage,

Let make with this water his pottage,

And never shall he more his wife mistrist,*                  *mistrust

*Though he the sooth of her defaulte wist;*           *though he truly

All had she taken priestes two or three. <4>               knew her sin*

Here is a mittain* eke, that ye may see;                *glove, mitten

He that his hand will put in this mittain,

He shall have multiplying of his grain,

When he hath sowen, be it wheat or oats,

So that he offer pence, or elles groats.

And, men and women, one thing warn I you;

If any wight be in this churche now

That hath done sin horrible, so that he

Dare not for shame of it y-shriven* be;                      *confessed

Or any woman, be she young or old,

That hath y-made her husband cokewold,*                       *cuckold

Such folk shall have no power nor no grace

To offer to my relics in this place.

And whoso findeth him out of such blame,

He will come up and offer in God's name;

And I assoil* him by the authority                            *absolve

Which that by bull y-granted was to me."

 

By this gaud* have I wonne year by year                    *jest, trick

A hundred marks, since I was pardonere.

I stande like a clerk in my pulpit,

And when the lewed* people down is set,                       *ignorant

I preache so as ye have heard before,

And telle them a hundred japes* more.                  *jests, deceits

Then pain I me to stretche forth my neck,

And east and west upon the people I beck,

As doth a dove, sitting on a bern;*                               *barn

My handes and my tongue go so yern,*                           *briskly

That it is joy to see my business.

Of avarice and of such cursedness*                         *wickedness

Is all my preaching, for to make them free

To give their pence, and namely* unto <