The Pardoner's Tale Quotes
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- The Pardoner's Tale
- The Prologue
- "i payne me to han a hauten speche"
- "and ringe out as gooth a belle"
- "my bulles shewe I, alle and somme"
- "reliks been the as wenen they echoon"
- " goode men seye i take of my wordes keep"
- "in latyn speke a wordes fewe to saffron with my predicacioun"
- "by this gaude won yeer by yeer, a hundred mark sith i was pardoner"
- "lewed peple"
- "as doth a dowve sittinge on a berne"
- "thus spitte i out my venimunder hewe of holinesse"
- "for myn entente is nat but for to winne and nothing for the correccioun of sinne"
- " though that hir soles goon a blakeberied"
- "i preche nothing but for coveityse"
- "but though myself be gilty of that sinne, yet i can maken other folk to twinne"
- "i wol have money wol, chese, and whete"
- "al hir children sterve for famyne"
- The Tale
- "a compaignye of yonge folk"
- "They daunce and pleyen at dees bothe day and night"
- "Thurgh which they doon the devel sacrifyse withinne that develes temple, in cursed weys"
- "Our blissed Lordes body they totere"
- "And ech of hem at otheres
- " biforn a cors was caried to his grave"
- "privee theef men clapeth deeth"
- "smote his herte atwo"
- "for be war of swich an adversarie"
- "bothe man and womman, child and hyne and page"
- "we three al ones"
- " this false traitor deeth"
- "deeth shal be deed"
- "Old man and a povre with hem met"
- "forwapped save thy face"
- " ne deeth, allas! ne wol nat han my lyf"
- " i knokke my staf bothe erly and late and seye leve moder leet me in!"
- "lo how i vanish flesh and blood and skin"
- "allas when shul my bones be at reste"
- "thou art his espye"
- "turne up this croked wey"
- "florins been so faire and brighte"
- "thou knowest thou art my sworn brother"
- "this poyson is so stronge and violent"
- " and for oure owne tresor doon us honge"
- "what needeth sormon on it more"
- digression
- "O first cause of oure confusion"
- "Adam oure fader and his wyf also. Fro paradys to labour and to wo. wewr driven for that vyce"
- "O glotonye"
- "mete unto wombe and wombe eek unto mete"
- " A lecherous thing is wyn, and dronkenesse"
- "disfigured is thy face"
- " sour is thy breeth, foul artow to embrace"
- "thou fallest as it were a striked swyn"
- " for dronkenesse is the verray sepulture of mannes wit and his discrecioun"
- "loke Atilla, the grete conquerour Deyde in his sleep, with shame and dishonour"
- "Hasard is verray moder of lesinges"
- "gret swering is a thinge abhominable, And false sewring is yet more reprevable"
- " Bihold and see that in the first table"
- " Lo rather he forbedeth swich swering than homicyde"
- the end of the tale
- "O cursed sinne of alle cursednesse"
- "now goode men god forgeve yow your trespas"
- "ye offre nobels and sterlinges"
- "And, lo sires thus i preche.And jesu crist is oure soules leche. so graunte yow his pardon to recyve and that is best; in wol nat decyve"
- "sufficiante pardoner"
- "peraventure ther may falle oon or two doun of hos hors and breke his nekke atwo"
- The Prologue
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