The Canterbury Tales, by Geoffrey Chaucer

The Prologue of the Pardoners Tale.

Here folweth the Prologe of the Pardoners Tale.

Radix malorum est Cupiditas: Ad Thimotheum, sexto.

‘Lordings,’ quod he, ‘in chirches whan I preche,

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I peyne me to han an hauteyn speche,

And ringe it out as round as gooth a belle,

For I can al by rote that I telle.

My theme is alwey oon, and ever was —

Radix malorum est Cupiditas.”

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 First I pronounce whennes that I come,

And than my bulles shewe I, alle and somme.

Our lige lordes seel on my patente,

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That shewe I first, my body to warente,

That no man be so bold, ne preest ne clerk,

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Me to destourbe of Cristes holy werk;

And after that than telle I forth my tales,

Bulles of popes and of cardinales,

Of patriarkes, and bishoppes I shewe;

And in Latyn I speke a wordes fewe,

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To saffron with my predicacioun,

And for to stire men to devocioun.

Than shewe I forth my longe cristal stones,

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Y-crammed ful of cloutes and of bones;

Reliks been they, as wenen they echoon.

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Than have I in latoun a sholder-boon

Which that was of an holy Iewes shepe.

“Good men,” seye I, “tak of my wordes kepe;

If that this boon be wasshe in any welle,

If cow, or calf, or sheep, or oxe swelle

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That any worm hath ete, or worm y-stonge,

Tak water of that welle, and wash his tonge,

And it is hool anon; and forthermore,

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Of pokkes and of scabbe, and every sore

Shal every sheep be hool, that of this welle

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Drinketh a draughte; tak kepe eek what I telle.

If that the good-man, that the bestes oweth,

Wol every wike, er that the cok him croweth,

Fastinge, drinken of this welle a draughte,

As thilke holy Iewe our eldres taughte,

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His bestes and his stoor shal multiplye.

And, sirs, also it heleth Ialousye;

For, though a man be falle in Ialous rage,

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Let maken with this water his potage,

And never shal he more his wyf mistriste,

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Though he the sooth of hir defaute wiste;

Al had she taken preestes two or three.

346. E. Hn. Hl. hem; rest men.   350. E. omits I by accident.   352. E. Hl. Pt. Ln. Good; E. Hn. Cp. Goode.   Hn. I seye; rest say I, saie I.   366. E. Hn. sire; rest sires, sirs.

 Heer is a miteyn eek, that ye may see.

He that his hond wol putte in this miteyn,

He shal have multiplying of his greyn,

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Whan he hath sowen, be it whete or otes,

So that he offre pens, or elles grotes.

 Good men and wommen, o thing warne I yow,

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If any wight be in this chirche now,

That hath doon sinne horrible, that he

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Dar nat, for shame, of it y-shriven be,

Or any womman, be she yong or old,

That hath y-maad hir housbond cokewold,

Swich folk shul have no power ne no grace

To offren to my reliks in this place.

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And who-so findeth him out of swich blame,

He wol com up and offre in goddes name,

And I assoille him by the auctoritee

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Which that by bulle y-graunted was to me.”

377. E. Hn. Goode; rest And.   382. Cp. Ln. Hl. ymaad; Pt. made; E. Hn. ymaked.   385. E. fame; rest blame.   386. Hn. He; rest They.   E. on; Hn. a; rest in.   387. E. Hl. hem; rest him or hym.

 By this gaude have I wonne, yeer by yeer,

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An hundred mark sith I was Pardoner.

I stonde lyk a clerk in my pulpet,

And whan the lewed peple is doun y-set,

I preche, so as ye han herd bifore,

And telle an hundred false Iapes more.

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Than peyne I me to strecche forth the nekke,

And est and west upon the peple I bekke,

As doth a dowve sitting on a berne.

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Myn hondes and my tonge goon so yerne,

That it is Ioye to see my bisinesse.

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Of avaryce and of swich cursednesse

Is al my preching, for to make hem free

To yeve her pens, and namely un-to me.

For my entente is nat but for to winne,

And no-thing for correccioun of sinne.

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I rekke never, whan that they ben beried,

Though that her soules goon a-blakeberied!

For certes, many a predicacioun

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Comth ofte tyme of yvel entencioun;

Som for plesaunce of folk and flaterye,

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To been avaunced by ipocrisye,

And som for veyne glorie, and som for hate.

For, whan I dar non other weyes debate,

Than wol I stinge him with my tonge smerte

In preching, so that he shal nat asterte

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To been defamed falsly, if that he

Hath trespased to my brethren or to me.

For, though I telle noght his propre name,

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Men shal wel knowe that it is the same

By signes and by othere circumstances.

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Thus quyte I folk that doon us displesances;

Thus spitte I out my venim under hewe

Of holynesse, to seme holy and trewe.

395. the] Cm. myn; Cp. Ln. Hl. my.   405. E. Hl. omit that.

 But shortly myn entente I wol devyse;

I preche of no-thing but for coveityse.

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Therfor my theme is yet, and ever was —

Radix malorum est cupiditas.”

Thus can I preche agayn that same vyce

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Which that I use, and that is avaryce.

But, though my-self be gilty in that sinne,

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Yet can I maken other folk to twinne

From avaryce, and sore to repente.

But that is nat my principal entente.

I preche no-thing but for coveityse;

Of this matere it oughte y-nogh suffyse.

425. E. Hn. theme; rest teme (teem).

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 Than telle I hem ensamples many oon

Of olde stories, longe tyme agoon:

For lewed peple loven tales olde;

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Swich thinges can they wel reporte and holde.

What? trowe ye, the whyles I may preche,

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And winne gold and silver for I teche,

That I wol live in povert wilfully?

Nay, nay, I thoghte it never trewely!

For I wol preche and begge in sondry londes;

I wol not do no labour with myn hondes,

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Ne make baskettes, and live therby,

Because I wol nat beggen ydelly.

I wol non of the apostles counterfete;

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I wol have money, wolle, chese, and whete,

Al were it yeven of the povrest page,

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Or of the povrest widwe in a village,

Al sholde hir children sterve for famyne.

Nay! I wol drinke licour of the vyne,

And have a Ioly wenche in every toun.

But herkneth, lordings, in conclusioun;

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Your lyking is that I shal telle a tale.

Now, have I dronke a draughte of corny ale,

By god, I hope I shal yow telle a thing

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That shal, by resoun, been at your lyking.

For, though myself be a ful vicious man,

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A moral tale yet I yow telle can,

Which I am wont to preche, for to winne.

Now holde your pees, my tale I wol beginne.

439. E. Pt. the whiles; Cm. that whilis that; Cp. Ln. whiles that; Hl. whiles; Hn. that whiles.   449. Hl. prestes (for povrest).

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