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‘Nay, nay,’ quod he, ‘than have I Cristes curs! Lat be,’ quod he, ‘it shal nat be, so theech! Thou woldest make me kisse thyn old breech, And swere it were a relik of a seint, Thogh it were with thy fundement depeint! But by the croys which that seint Eleyne fond, I wolde I hadde thy coillons in myn hond In stede of relikes or of seintuarie; Lat cutte hem of, I wol thee helpe hem carie; Thay shul be shryned in an hogges tord.’	‘Nay, nay,’ quod he, ‘than have I Cristes curs! Lat be,’ quod he, ‘it shal nat be, so theech! Thou woldest make me kisse thyn old breech, And swere it were a relik of a seint, Thogh it were with thy fundement depeint! But by the croys which that seint Eleyne fond, I wolde I hadde thy coillons in myn hond In stede of relikes or of seintuarie; Lat cutte hem of, I wol thee helpe hem carie; Thay shul be shryned in an hogges tord.’
This pardoner answerde nat a word; So wrooth he was, no word ne wolde he seye.	This pardoner answerde nat a word; So wrooth he was, no word ne wolde he seye.
‘Now,’ quod our host, ‘I wol no lenger pleye With thee, ne with noon other angry man.’ But right anon the worthy knight bigan, Whan that he saugh that al the peple lough, ‘Na-more of this, for it is right y-nough; Sir pardoner, be glad and mery of chere; And ye, sir host, that been to me so dere, I prey yow that ye kisse the pardoner. And pardoner, I prey thee, drawe thee neer, And, as we diden, lat us laughe and pleye.’ Anon they kiste, and riden forth hir weye.	‘Now,’ quod our host, ‘I wol no lenger pleye With thee, ne with noon other angry man.’ But right anon the worthy knight bigan, Whan that he saugh that al the peple lough, ‘Na-more of this, for it is right y-nough; Sir pardoner, be glad and mery of chere; And ye, sir host, that been to me so dere, I prey yow that ye kisse the pardoner. And pardoner, I prey thee, drawe thee neer, And, as we diden, lat us laughe and pleye.’ Anon they kiste, and riden forth hir weye.
HERE IS ENDED THE PARDONERS TALE.	HERE IS ENDED THE PARDONERS TALE.

Original Text	Modern Text
‘Nay, nay,’ quod he, ‘than have I Cristes curs! Lat be,’ quod he, ‘it shal nat be, so theech! Thou woldest make me kisse thyn old breech, And swere it were a relik of a seint, Thogh it were with thy fundement depeint! But by the croys which that seint Eleyne fond, I wolde I hadde thy coillons in myn hond In stede of relikes or of seintuarie; Lat cutte hem of, I wol thee helpe hem carie; Thay shul be shryned in an hogges tord.’	‘Nay, nay,’ quod he, ‘than have I Cristes curs! Lat be,’ quod he, ‘it shal nat be, so theech! Thou woldest make me kisse thyn old breech, And swere it were a relik of a seint, Thogh it were with thy fundement depeint! But by the croys which that seint Eleyne fond, I wolde I hadde thy coillons in myn hond In stede of relikes or of seintuarie; Lat cutte hem of, I wol thee helpe hem carie; Thay shul be shryned in an hogges tord.’
This pardoner answerde nat a word; So wrooth he was, no word ne wolde he seye.	This pardoner answerde nat a word; So wrooth he was, no word ne wolde he seye.
‘Now,’ quod our host, ‘I wol no lenger pleye With thee, ne with noon other angry man.’ But right anon the worthy knight bigan, Whan that he saugh that al the peple lough, ‘Na-more of this, for it is right y-nough; Sir pardoner, be glad and mery of chere; And ye, sir host, that been to me so dere, I prey yow that ye kisse the pardoner. And pardoner, I prey thee, drawe thee neer, And, as we diden, lat us laughe and pleye.’ Anon they kiste, and riden forth hir weye.	‘Now,’ quod our host, ‘I wol no lenger pleye With thee, ne with noon other angry man.’ But right anon the worthy knight bigan, Whan that he saugh that al the peple lough, ‘Na-more of this, for it is right y-nough; Sir pardoner, be glad and mery of chere; And ye, sir host, that been to me so dere, I prey yow that ye kisse the pardoner. And pardoner, I prey thee, drawe thee neer, And, as we diden, lat us laughe and pleye.’ Anon they kiste, and riden forth hir weye.
HERE IS ENDED THE PARDONERS TALE.	HERE IS ENDED THE PARDONERS TALE.