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From The Pardoner's Prologue, lines 137-148:
The Pardoner repeats his theme
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From The Canterbury Tales:
The Pardoner's Prologue
lines 149-176: The Pardoner rejects personal austerity and frugality

       Thanne telle I hem ensamples many oon
150Of olde stories longe tyme agoon.
For lewed peple loven tales olde;
Swiche thynges kan they wel reporte and holde.
What, trowe ye, the whiles I may preche,
And wynne gold and silver for I teche,
155That I wol lyve in poverte wilfully?
Nay, nay, I thoghte it nevere, trewely!
For I wol preche and begge in sondry landes,
I wol nat do no labour with myne handes,
Ne make baskettes, and lyve therby,
160By cause I wol nat beggen ydelly.
I wol noon of the apostles countrefete;
I wol have moneie, wolle, chese, and whete,
Al were it yeven of the povereste page,
Or of the povereste wydwe in a village,
165Al sholde hir children sterve for famyne.
Nay, I wol drynke licour of the vyne,
And have a joly wenche in every toun.
But herkneth, lordynges, in conclusioun:
Your likyng is, that I shal telle a tale.
170Now have I dronke a draughte of corny ale,
By God, I hope I shal yow telle a thyng
That shal by resoun been at youre likyng.
For though myself be a ful vicious man,
A moral tale yet I you telle kan,
175Which I am wont to preche, for to wynne.
Now hoold youre pees! My tale I wol bigynne."
       "Then do I cite examples, many a one,
150Out of old stories and of time long gone,
For vulgar people all love stories old;
Such things they can re-tell well and can hold.
What? Think you that because I'm good at preaching
And win me gold and silver by my teaching
155I'll live of my free will in poverty?
No, no, that's never been my policy!
For I will preach and beg in sundry lands;
I will not work and labour with my hands,
Nor baskets weave and try to live thereby,
160Because I will not beg in vain, say I.
I will none of the apostles counterfeit;
I will have money, wool, and cheese, and wheat,
Though it be given by the poorest page,
Or by the poorest widow in village,
165And though her children perish of famine.
Nay! I will drink good liquor of the vine
And have a pretty wench in every town.
But listen, masters, to conclusion shown:
Your wish is that I tell you all a tale.
170Now that I've drunk a draught of musty ale,
By God, I hope that I can tell something
That shall, in reason, be to your liking.
For though I am myself a vicious man,
Yet I would tell a moral tale, and can,
175The which I'm wont to preach more gold to win.
Now hold your peace! My tale I will begin."

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