The Canterbury Tales: The Pardoner's Tale

The Canterbury Tales: The Pardoner's Tales

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In the medieval church, a pardoner was a clergy member who had authority from the pope to grant indulgences—certificates of forgiveness—to people who showed great charity. In practice, however, many pardoners—such as Chaucer’s pilgrim—were unethical and sold their certificates to make money for the church or themselves.

The Pardoner's Prologue

“My lords,” he said, “in churches where I preach

I cultivate a haughty kind of speech And ring it out as roundly as a bell;

I’ve got it all by heart, the tale I tell.

I have a text, it always is the same

And always has been, since I learnt the game, Old as the hills and fresher than the grass, Radix malorum est cupiditas. . . .[1]

[The love of money is the root of all evil"

“I preach, as you have heard me say before,

And tell a hundred lying mockeries[2]more.

I take great pains, and stretching out my neck

To east and west I crane about and peck

Just like a pigeon sitting on a barn.

My hands and tongue together spin the yarn

And all my antics are a joy to see.

The curse of avarice [greed] and cupidity [greed for money or possessions.]

Is all my sermon, for it frees the pelf [riches]

Out come the pence,[4] and specially for myself,

For my exclusive purpose is to win

And not at all to castigate [criticize] their sin.

Once dead what matter how their souls may fare?

They can go blackberrying, for all I care! . . .

Multiple Choice

What does this quotation tell you about the pardoner?

"“I preach, as you have heard me say before, And tell a hundred lying mockeries more."

• He practices what he preaches

• He's a liar and hypocrite

• He warns people about mockeries, doesn't tell them

Multiple Choice

"The curse of avarice and cupidity Is all my sermon, for it frees the pelf" Why he is preaching against greed?

• because he wants to cleanse them from their sins

• because he wants them to feel shame and pay for a "indelgunce"

• because he knows greed is the heart of all evil

Multiple Choice

"For my exclusive purpose is to win" What does he want to "win"?

• Win the forgiveness of the people he lied to

• Win the forgiveness of God for he himself is greedy

• Win by selling as many indulgences as he can so he can pocket the money for himself

• Win the competition of "Best Tale"

Open Ended

How would you characterize the pardoner?

 “And thus I preach against the very vice

I make my living out of—avarice.

And yet however guilty of that sin

Myself, with others I have power to win

Them from it, I can bring them to repent;

But that is not my principal intent.

Covetousness is both the root and stuff

Of all I preach. That ought to be enough.

“Well, then I give examples thick and fast

From bygone times, old stories from the past.

A yokel mind loves stories from of old,

Being the kind it can repeat and hold.

What! Do you think, as long as I can preach

And get their silver for the things I teach,

That I will live in poverty, from choice?

That’s not the counsel of my inner voice!

No! Let me preach and beg from kirk to kirk

And never do an honest job of work,

No, nor make baskets, like St. Paul, to gain

A livelihood. I do not preach in vain.

There’s no apostle I would counterfeit;

I mean to have money, wool and cheese and wheat

Though it were given me by the poorest lad

Or poorest village widow, though she had

A string of starving children, all agape. b

No, let me drink the liquor of the grape

Poll

No! Let me preach and beg from kirk[6] to kirk

And never do an honest job of work,

No, nor make baskets, like St. Paul, to gain

A livelihood. I do not preach in vain.

There’s no apostle I would counterfeit;

I mean to have money, wool and cheese and wheat

Though it were given me by the poorest lad

Or poorest village widow, though she had

A string of starving children, all agape.

No, let me drink the liquor of the grape

And keep a jolly wench in every town! What can you tell about the pardoner's character based on his words?

• He's an evil man

• He's an honest man. He confesses his sins

• He is just doing his job

Open Ended

50“But listen, gentlemen; to bring things down

To a conclusion, would you like a tale?

Now as I’ve drunk a draft of corn-ripe ale,

By God it stands to reason I can strike

On some good story that you all will like.

For though I am a wholly vicious man

Don’t think I can’t tell moral tales. I can!

Here’s one I often preach when out for winning. . . ." Summarize the narrator's comment on the prologue

Open Ended

What's ironic about the Pardoner? Cite Text evidence

Multiple Choice

What's the meaning of the word "avarice"

• envy

• greed

• gluttony

Multiple Choice

What's the meaning of the word "castigate"

• destroy

• criticize

• save

Multiple Choice

What's the meaning of the word 'counterfeit'

• fake

• disguise

• original

Multiple Choice

What's the meaning of the word Pardoner?

• Forgiver

• a clergy member who had authority from the pope to grant indulgences

• The pope

Multiple Choice

What are the "indulgences"?

• Excessive consumption of something

• certificates of forgiveness—given to people who showed great charity.

• Spoiling ones self

It’s of three rioters[7] I have to tell

Who, long before the morning service bell,

Were sitting in a tavern for a drink.

And as they sat, they heard the hand-bell clink

Before a coffin going to the grave;

One of them called the little tavern-knave[8]

And said “Go and find out at once—look spry!—

Multiple Choice

Who are the rioters?

• Party goers

• an especially noisy and unrestrained merrymaker

• students

Whose corpse is in that coffin passing by;

And see you get the name correctly too.”

“Sir,” said the boy, “no need, I promise you;

Two hours before you came here I was told.

He was a friend of yours in days of old,

And suddenly, last night, the man was slain,

Upon his bench, face up, dead drunk again.

There came a privy thief, they call him Death,

Who kills us all round here, and in a breath

He speared him through the heart, he never stirred.

And then Death went his way without a word.

He’s killed a thousand in the present plague,

And, sir, it doesn’t do to be too vague

If you should meet him; you had best be wary.

Be on your guard with such an adversary,

Be primed to meet him everywhere you go,

That’s what my mother said. It’s all I know.”

Open Ended

The publican joined in with, “By St. Mary, What the child says is right; you’d best be wary,

This very year he killed, in a large village

A mile away, man, woman, serf at tillage,

Page[11] in the household, children—all there were.

Yes, I imagine that he lives round there.

It’s well to be prepared in these alarms,

He might do you dishonor.” “Huh, God’s arms!” How's Death characterized?

The rioter said, “Is he so fierce to meet?

I’ll search for him, by Jesus, street by street. God’s blessed bones! I’ll register a vow!

Here, chaps! The three of us together now,

Hold up your hands, like me, and we’ll be brothers In this affair, and each defend the others,

And we will kill this traitor Death, I say!

Away with him as he has made away

With all our friends. God’s dignity! Tonight!”

 They made their bargain, swore with appetite,

These three, to live and die for one another

As brother-born might swear to his born brother.

And up they started in their drunken rage

And made towards this village which the page And publican had spoken of before.

Many and grisly were the oaths they swore,

Tearing Christ’s blessed body to a shred;

“If we can only catch him, Death is dead!”

Open Ended

What vow do the three rioters make to each other?

Open Ended

What does the rioters response to Death tell us about their characters?

When they had gone not fully half a mile,

Just as they were about to cross a stile,

They came upon a very poor old man

Who humbly greeted them and thus began, “God look to you, my lords, and give you quiet!”

To which the proudest of these men of riot Gave back the answer,

“What, old fool? Give place! Why are you all wrapped up except your face?

Why live so long? Isn’t it time to die?”

The old, old fellow looked him in the eye

And said, “Because I never yet have found, Though I have walked to India, searching round

Village and city on my pilgrimage,

One who would change his youth to have my age.

And so my age is mine and must be still

Upon me, for such time as God may will.
“Not even Death, alas, will take my life;

So, like a wretched prisoner at strife

Within himself, I walk alone and wait

About the earth, which is my mother’s gate,

Knock-knocking with my staff from night to noon

And crying, ‘Mother, open to me soon!

Look at me, mother, won’t you let me in?

See how I wither, flesh and blood and skin!

Alas! When will these bones be laid to rest?

Mother, I would exchange—for that were best—

The wardrobe in my chamber, standing there

So long, for yours! Aye, for a shirt of hair

To wrap me in!’ She has refused her grace,

Whence comes the pallor of my withered face.

“But it dishonored you when you began

To speak so roughly, sir, to an old man,

Unless he had injured you in word or deed.

It says in holy writ, as you may read,

‘Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head

And honor it.’ And therefore be it said

‘Do no more harm to an old man than you,

Being now young, would have another do

When you are old’—if you should live till then.

And so may God be with you, gentlemen,

For I must go whither I have to go.”mother’s gate: the old man is personifying death as a mother, her house surrounded by a gate (the earth). 

Thus, “mother’s gate” is the entrance to the grave

Open Ended

“By God,” the gambler said, “you shan’t do so, You don’t get off so easy, by St. John! I heard you mention, just a moment gone, A certain traitor Death who singles out And kills the fine young fellows hereabout. And you’re his spy, by God! You wait a bit. Say where he is or you shall pay for it, By God and by the Holy Sacrament! I say you’ve joined together by consent To kill us younger folk, you thieving swine!”

What does he demand the old man tell them before they will let him go?

    “Well, sirs,” he said, “if it be your design

155 To find out Death, turn up this crooked way

 Towards that grove, I left him there today

 Under a tree, and there you’ll find him waiting.

 He isn’t one to hide for all your prating.

 You see that oak? He won’t be far to find.

160 And God protect you that redeemed mankind,

 Aye, and amend you!” Thus that ancient man

Open Ended

What do you imagine is waiting under the tree?

At once the three young rioters began

To run, and reached the tree, and there they found

A pile of golden florins[14] on the ground,

New-coined, eight bushels of them as they thought.

No longer was it Death those fellows sought,

For they were all so thrilled to see the sight,

The florins were so beautiful and bright,

That down they sat beside the precious pile.

The wickedest spoke first after a while. “Brothers,” he said, “you listen to what I say.

I’m pretty sharp although I joke away.

It’s clear that Fortune has bestowed this treasure

To let us live in jollity and pleasure.

Light come, light go! We’ll spend it as we ought. God’s precious dignity! Who would have thought This morning was to be our lucky day?

  “If one could only get the gold away,

Back to my house, or else to yours, perhaps— For as you know, the gold is ours, chaps—

We’d all be at the top of fortune, hey?

But certainly it can’t be done by day.

People would call us robbers—a strong gang,

So our own property would make us hang.

No, we must bring this treasure back by night

Some prudent way, and keep it out of sight.

And so as a solution I propose

We draw for lots and see the way it goes; T

he one who draws the longest, lucky man,

Shall run to town as quickly as he can

To fetch us bread and wine—but keep things dark[15]

 He gathered lots and hid them in his hand Bidding them draw for where the luck should fall. It fell upon the youngest of them all,

And off he ran at once towards the town.

Open Ended

Why do you think they are sending one of the rioters away?

As soon as he had gone the first sat down

And thus began a parley with the other:

“You know that you can trust me as a brother;

Now let me tell you where your profit lies;

You know our friend has gone to get supplies

And here’s a lot of gold that is to be

Divided equally amongst us three.

Nevertheless, if I could shape things thus

So that we shared it out—the two of us—

Wouldn’t you take it as a friendly act?”
“But how?” the other said. “He knows the fact

That all the gold was left with me and you;

What can we tell him? What are we to do?”

“Is it a bargain,” said the first, “or no?

For I can tell you in a word or so

What’s to be done to bring the thing about.”

“Trust me,” the other said, “you needn’t doubt

My word. I won’t betray you, I’ll be true.”

Well,” said his friend, “you see that we are two, And two are twice as powerful as one. Now look; when he comes back, get up in fun To have a wrestle; then, as you attack, I’ll up and put my dagger through his back While you and he are struggling, as in game; Then draw your dagger too and do the same. Then all this money will be ours to spend, Divided equally of course, dear friend. Then we can gratify our lusts and fill The day with dicing[16] at our own sweet will.” Thus these two miscreants[17]agreed to slay The third and youngest, as you heard me say.

Multiple Choice

What the two rioters are planning to do?

• Share the coins equally

• Share the coins equally after they kill the youngest rioter

• Share the coins with the old man

The youngest, as he ran towards the town,

Kept turning over, rolling up and down

Within his heart the beauty of those bright New florins, saying, “Lord, to think I might Have all that treasure to myself alone!

Could there be anyone beneath the throne

Of God so happy as I then should be?”

Multiple Choice

"And so the Fiend, our common enemy, Was given power to put it in his thought That there was always poison to be bought, And that with poison he could kill his friends. To men in such a state the Devil sends Thoughts of this kind, and has a full permission To lure them on to sorrow and perdition; For this young man was utterly content" What's the plan of the younest rioter?

• to get poison and kill the other two rioters and have the money all for himself

• to poison the old man

Multiple Choice

According the passage who's behind these plans?

• The Devil

• The rioters

• The old man

In lines 238 – 246, the Pardoner describes the workings of the Devil. The young man has already fallen into sin through drunkenness. As a result, God allows the Devil (the Fiend) to lure the young man further into evil. According to Christian theology, God does not cause evil but allows people to be tempted by it.

And on he ran, he had no thought to tarry,

Came to the town, found an apothecary

And said, “Sell me some poison if you will,

I have a lot of rats I want to kill

And there’s a polecat too about my yard

That takes my chickens and it hits me hard;

But I’ll get even, as is only right,

With vermin that destroy a man by night.”

The chemist answered, “I’ve a preparation Which you shall have, and by my soul’s salvation If any living creature eat or drink A mouthful, ere he has the time to think, Though he took less than makes a grain of wheat, You’ll see him fall down dying at your feet; Yes, die he must, and in so short a while You’d hardly have the time to walk a mile, The poison is so strong, you understand.

This cursed fellow grabbed into his hand The box of poison and away he ran

Into a neighboring street, and found a man Who lent him three large bottles.

He withdrew And deftly poured the poison into two.

He kept the third one clean, as well he might, For his own drink, meaning to work all night Stacking the gold and carrying it away.

And when this rioter, this devil’s clay,

Had filled his bottles up with wine, all three,

Back to rejoin his comrades saunntered he
He kept the third one clean, as well he might,

For his own drink, meaning to work all night

Stacking the gold and carrying it away.

And when this rioter, this devil’s clay,

Had filled his bottles up with wine, all three,

Back to rejoin his comrades sauntered he.

Multiple Choice

By now you know all about their evil plans

but they don't, what do we call that?

• Verbal Irony

• Dramatic Irony

• Situational Irony

What do you think will happen next?

Why make a sermon of it? Why waste breath?

 Exactly in the way they’d planned his death

 They fell on him and slew him, two to one.

 Then said the first of them when this was done,

 “Now for a drink. Sit down and let’s be merry,

280 For later on there’ll be the corpse to bury.”

 And, as it happened, reaching for a sup,

 He took a bottle full of poison up

 And drank; and his companion, nothing loth,

 Drank from it also, and they perished both.

   There is, in Avicenna’s long relation

 Concerning poison and its operation,

 Trust me, no ghastlier section to transcend

 What these two wretches suffered at their end.

 Thus these two murderers received their due,

290 So did the treacherous young poisoner too . .

Multiple Choice

So did they REALLY find under that tree?

• Coins

• Death

• Forgiveness

• The old man

Dearly beloved, God forgive your sin

And keep you from the vice of avarice!

My holy pardon frees you all of this,

Provided that you make the right approaches,

That is with sterling, rings, or silver brooches.

Bow down your heads under this holy bull![20] Come on, you women, offer up your wool!

I’ll write your name into my ledger; so!

Into the bliss of Heaven you shall go.

For I’ll absolve you by my holy power,

You that make offering, clean as at the hour

When you were born. . . .

That, sirs, is how I preach.

And Jesu Christ, soul’s healer, aye, the leech[21]

Of every soul, grant pardon and relieve you

Of sin, for that is best, I won’t deceive you.

O cursed sin! O blackguardly excess!

O treacherous homicide! O wickedness!

O gluttony that lusted on and diced! . . .

Dearly beloved, God forgive your sin

And keep you from the vice of avarice!

My holy pardon frees you all of this,

Provided that you make the right approaches,

That is with sterling, rings, or silver brooches.

Bow down your heads under this holy bull!

Come on, you women, offer up your wool!

I’ll write your name into my ledger; so!

Into the bliss of Heaven you shall go.

For I’ll absolve you by my holy power,

You that make offering, clean as at the hour

When you were born. . . . That, sirs, is how I preach.

And Jesu Christ, soul’s healer, aye, the leech

Of every soul, grant pardon and relieve you

Of sin, for that is best, I won’t deceive you.

Open Ended

Besides winning the competition, why do you think the Pardoner told his audience the story of the rioters? (as suggested in the previous passage)

One thing I should have mentioned in my tale, Dear people.

I’ve some relics [22] in my bale

And pardons too, as full and fine, I hope,

As any in England, given me by the Pope.

If there be one among you that is willing

To have my absolution for a shilling[23]

Devoutly given, come! and do not harden

Your hearts but kneel in humbleness for pardon;

Or else, receive my pardon as we go.

You can renew it every town or so

Always provided that you still renew

Each time, and in good money, what is due.

It is an honor to you to have found

A pardoner with his credentials sound

Who can absolve you as you ply the spur

In any accident that may occur.

For instance—we are all at Fortune’s beck—

Your horse may throw you down and break your neck.

What a security it is to all

To have me here among you and at call

With pardon for the lowly and the great

When soul leaves body for the future state!

And I advise our Host here to begin,

The most enveloped of you all in sin.

Come forward, Host, you shall be the first to pay,

And kiss my holy relics right away. Only a groat[24]

Come on, unbuckle your purse

Open Ended

What emotion does he play on to try to convince them to buy his pardon?

Open Ended

List 3 instances of irony in the "Pardoner's Tale".