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But sirs, o word forgat I in my tale, I have relikes and pardon in my male, As faire as any man in Engelond, Whiche were me yeven by the popes hond. If any of yow wol, of devocioun, Offren, and han myn absolucioun, Cometh forth anon, and kneleth heer adoun, And mekely receyveth my pardoun: Or elles, taketh pardon as ye wende, Al newe and fresh, at every tounes ende, So that ye offren alwey newe and newe Nobles and pens, which that be gode and trewe. It is an honour to everich that is heer, That ye mowe have a suffisant pardoneer Tassoille yow, in contree as ye ryde, For aventures which that may bityde. Peraventure ther may falle oon or two Doun of his hors, and breke his nekke atwo. Look which a seuretee is it to yow alle That I am in your felaweship y-falle, That may assoille yow, bothe more and lasse, Whan that the soule shal fro the body passe, I rede that our hoste heer shal biginne, For he is most envoluped in sinne. Com forth, sir hoste, and offre first anon, And thou shalt kisse the reliks everichon, Ye, for a grote! unbokel anon thy purs.’ But sirs, o word forgat I in my tale, I have relikes and pardon in my male, As faire as any man in Engelond, Whiche were me yeven by the popes hond. If any of yow wol, of devocioun, Offren, and han myn absolucioun, Cometh forth anon, and kneleth heer adoun, And mekely receyveth my pardoun: Or elles, taketh pardon as ye wende, Al newe and fresh, at every tounes ende, So that ye offren alwey newe and newe Nobles and pens, which that be gode and trewe. It is an honour to everich that is heer, That ye mowe have a suffisant pardoneer Tassoille yow, in contree as ye ryde, For aventures which that may bityde. Peraventure ther may falle oon or two Doun of his hors, and breke his nekke atwo. Look which a seuretee is it to yow alle That I am in your felaweship y-falle, That may assoille yow, bothe more and lasse, Whan that the soule shal fro the body passe, I rede that our hoste heer shal biginne, For he is most envoluped in sinne. Com forth, sir hoste, and offre first anon, And thou shalt kisse the reliks everichon, Ye, for a grote! unbokel anon thy purs.’

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But sirs, o word forgat I in my tale, I have relikes and pardon in my male, As faire as any man in Engelond, Whiche were me yeven by the popes hond. If any of yow wol, of devocioun, Offren, and han myn absolucioun, Cometh forth anon, and kneleth heer adoun, And mekely receyveth my pardoun: Or elles, taketh pardon as ye wende, Al newe and fresh, at every tounes ende, So that ye offren alwey newe and newe Nobles and pens, which that be gode and trewe. It is an honour to everich that is heer, That ye mowe have a suffisant pardoneer Tassoille yow, in contree as ye ryde, For aventures which that may bityde. Peraventure ther may falle oon or two Doun of his hors, and breke his nekke atwo. Look which a seuretee is it to yow alle That I am in your felaweship y-falle, That may assoille yow, bothe more and lasse, Whan that the soule shal fro the body passe, I rede that our hoste heer shal biginne, For he is most envoluped in sinne. Com forth, sir hoste, and offre first anon, And thou shalt kisse the reliks everichon, Ye, for a grote! unbokel anon thy purs.’ But sirs, o word forgat I in my tale, I have relikes and pardon in my male, As faire as any man in Engelond, Whiche were me yeven by the popes hond. If any of yow wol, of devocioun, Offren, and han myn absolucioun, Cometh forth anon, and kneleth heer adoun, And mekely receyveth my pardoun: Or elles, taketh pardon as ye wende, Al newe and fresh, at every tounes ende, So that ye offren alwey newe and newe Nobles and pens, which that be gode and trewe. It is an honour to everich that is heer, That ye mowe have a suffisant pardoneer Tassoille yow, in contree as ye ryde, For aventures which that may bityde. Peraventure ther may falle oon or two Doun of his hors, and breke his nekke atwo. Look which a seuretee is it to yow alle That I am in your felaweship y-falle, That may assoille yow, bothe more and lasse, Whan that the soule shal fro the body passe, I rede that our hoste heer shal biginne, For he is most envoluped in sinne. Com forth, sir hoste, and offre first anon, And thou shalt kisse the reliks everichon, Ye, for a grote! unbokel anon thy purs.’
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