Book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1822. Excerpt: ... But by the crois, which that Seint Heleine fond, I wolde I had thin coilons in min hond, Instede of relikes, or of seintuarie. Let cut hem of, I wol thee help hem carie; They shul be shrined in an hogges tord. This Pardoner answered not a word; So wroth he was, no word ne wolde he say. Now, quod our hoste, I wol no lenger play With thee, ne with non other angry man. But right anon the worthy knight began, (Whan that he saw that all the peple lough) No more of this, for it is right ynough. Sire Pardoner, be mery and glad of chere; And ye, sire hoste, that ben to me so dere, I pray you that ye kisse the Pardoner; And, Pardoner, I pray thee draw thee ner, And as we diden, let us laugh and play. Anon they kissed, and riden forth hir way. THE SHIPMANNES PROLOGUE. Our hoste upon his stirrops stode anon, And saide; Good men, herkeneth everich on, This was a thrifty tale for the nones. Sire parish preest, quod he, for Goddes bones, Tell us a tale, as was thy forward yore: I see wel that ye lerned men in lore Can mochel good, by Goddes dignitee. The Person him answerd, Benedicite What eileth the man, so sinfully to swere? Our hoste answerd, O Jankin, be ye there? Now, good men, quod our hoste, herkneth to me. I smell a loller in the wind, quod he. Abideth for Goddes digne passion, For we shul han a predication: This loller here wol prechen us somwhat. Nay by my fathers soule, that shal he nat, Sayde the Shipman, here shal he nat preche, He shal no gospel glosen here ne teche. We leven all in the gret God, quod he. He wolde sowen som difficultee, Or springen cockle in our dene corne. And therfore, hoste, I warne thee beforne, My joly body shal a tale telle, And I shal clinken you so mery a belle, That I shal waken all this compagnie: But it shal not ben of philosophic, Ne of physike, ne term...