| | And thyn vrynals and thy Iourdens | |
| | Thyn Ipocras and thyn gallens | |
| | And euery boy ful of letuary | |
| 20 | God blisse hem and our lady seynte mary | |
| | So mote I the thou art a propir man | |
| | And lik a prelat by saint damyan | |
| | Thou hast spoke ynough I can not sey in terme | |
| | But wel I wot thou makist myn herte to erme | |
| 25 | That almost I haue caught a Cardiakil | |
| | Be corpus dominus but yf I haue tryakil | |
| | Or ellis a draughte of corny moysty ale | |
| | Or but I here anon amery tale | |
| | My herte is lost for pite of this mayde | |
| 30 | Thou belamy Iohn pardoner he sayde | |
| | Tel vs sum mirthis or Iapis right anon | |
| | It shal be do he sayde by seynt Runyon | |
| | But first quod he here at this ale stake | |
| | I wol bothe drynke and ete of a Cake | |
| 35 | But right anon thyse gentils began to crye | |
| | Nay let hym telle vs of no rebaudrye | |
| | Tel vs sum moral thing that we mowe lere | |
| | Som wit and than wol we gladly here | |
| | I graunte ywis quod he but I muste thynke | |
| 40 | Vp on sum honest thing whylis that I drynke | |
| | ¶ Here endith the Pardoners prolog . | |
| | ¶ And begynneth the Pardoners tale . | |
| | L | Ordingis qd he in chirchis when I preche | |
| | I peyne me to haue an haunten speche | |
| | Criyng it out as round as goth a belle | |
