This Somonoᵘur baar to hym / a styf burdounWas neủere trompe / of half so greet a soun¶ This ꝑpardoner / hadde heer / as yelow as wexBut smothe it heeng as dooth a stryke of flexBy ounces / henge his lokkes þᵗat he haddeAnd ther with / he his shuldres ouerspraddeBut thynne it lay / by colpons oon and oonBut hood for Iolitee / wered he noonFor it was trussed vp / in his waletHym thoughte / he rood al of the newe IetDischeuele saue his cappe / he rood al bareSwiche glarynge eyen / hadde he as an hareA vernycle / hadde he sowed / vp on his cappeHis walet biforn hym / in his lappeBretful of pardoıı̄un / comen from Rome al hootA voys he hadde / as smal / as hath a GootNo berd hadde he / ne neuere sholde haueAs smothe it was / as it were late yshaueI trowe he were a geldyng or a MareBut of his craft. fro Berwyk in to WareNe was ther / swich another PardonerFor in his Male / he hadde a pilwe beerWhich þᵗat he seyde / was oure lady veylHe seyde he hadde / a gobet of the seylThat seint Peter hadde / whan þᵗat he wenteVp on the see / til Ihesu Crist hym henteHe hadde a cros of laton / ful of stonesAnd in a glas / he hadde pigges bonesBut with thise relykes / whan þᵗat he foondA poure ꝑparson / dwellyng vp on londVp on a day / he gat hym moore moneyeThan þᵗat the ꝑparson gat / in Monthes tweyeAnd thus / with feyned flaterye and IapesHe made the ꝑparson / and the peple his apesBut trewely / to tellen at the lasteHe was in chirche / a noble EcclesiasteWel koude he / rede a lesson / and a StorieBut alderbest he soong an OffertorieFor wel he wiste / whan þᵗat soong was songeHe moste p̉reche / and wel affyle hys tonge