A Select Collection of Old English Plays
Chapter 167 : PARDONER. Five thousand years of pardon to every of you by name-- FRIAR. And on his bo

PARDONER.

Five thousand years of pardon to every of you by name--

FRIAR.

And on his board dishes delicate--

PARDONER.

And clean remission also of their sin--

FRIAR

Poor Lazarus came begging at his gate--

PARDONER.

As often times as you put in--

FRIAR.

Desiring some food his hunger to relieve--

PARDONER.

Any money into the Pardoner's coffer--

FRIAR.

But the rich man nothing would him give--

PARDONER.

Or any money up unto it offer--

FRIAR.

Not so much as a few crumbs of bread--

PARDONER.

Or he that offereth penny or groat--

FRIAR.

Wherefore poor Lazarus of famine straight was dead--

PARDONER.

Or he that giveth the Pardoner a new coat--

FRIAR

And angels his soul to heaven did carry--

PARDONER.

Or take of me other image or letter--

FRIAR.

But now the rich man, of the contrary--

PARDONER.

Whereby this poor chapel may fare the better--

FRIAR.

When he was dead, went to misery and pain.

PARDONER.

And (G.o.d wot) it is a full gracious deed--

FRIAR.

Wherefore evermore he shall remain--