A Select Collection of Old English Plays
Chapter 171 : PARDONER. Pardons delivereth them fro the sins seven-- FRIAR. And in our place be fria

PARDONER.

Pardons delivereth them fro the sins seven--

FRIAR.

And in our place be friars three score and three--

PARDONER.

Pardons for every crime may dispense--

FRIAR.

Which only live on men's charity--

PARDONER.

Pardon purchaseth grace for all offence--

FRIAR.

For we friars wilful charity profess--

PARDONER.

Yea, though ye had slain both father and mother--

FRIAR.

We may have no money nother more nor less--

PARDONER.

And this pardon is chief above all other--

FRIAR.

For worldly treasure we may nought care--

PARDONER.

For who to it offereth groat or penny--

FRIAR.

Our souls must be rich and our bodies bare--

PARDONER.

Though sins he had done never so many--

FRIAR.

And one thing I had almost left behind--

PARDONER.

And though that he had all his kindred slain--

FRIAR.

Which before came not to my mind--

PARDONER.

This pardon shall rid them from everlasting pain--

FRIAR.

And doubtless, it is none other thing--

PARDONER.

There is no sin so abhominable--

FRIAR.

But when ye will give your alms and offering--