Information on The Pardoner

The Pardoner has hair as yellow as wax,hanging down like a hank of flax. Bulging eyeballs,great voice;smooth soft chin.He wore a little cap on his head,wallet on his lap.The Pardoner was a flatter and a lier;greedy exstorshionist.Keep alot of fake relicks,took in lots of money any given day.Made fools of people in church,sang loudly with the summoner.His occupation was pardoning peoples sins in the church.He rode on a horseback.

After getting a drink, I begin my Prologue. I tell the company about my occupation—a combination of itinerant preaching and selling promises of salvation. My sermon topic always remains the same: Radix malorum est Cupiditas, or “greed is the root of all evil.” I gives a similar sermon to every congregation and then break out my bag of “relics”—which, i readily admits to the listening pilgrims, are fake. Then i will take a sheep’s bone and claim it has miraculous healing powers for all kinds of ailments. The parishioners always believe me, and make their offerings to the relics, which I quickly pockets.

I admits that I preach solely to get money, not to correct sin. I argue that many sermons are the product of evil intentions. By preaching,I can get back at anyone who has offended me or my brethren. In my sermon, I always preach about covetousness, the very vice that I myself is gripped by. My one and only interest is to fill my ever-deepening pockets. I would rather take the last penny from a widow and her starving family than give up my money, and the good cheeses, breads, and wines that such income brings me. Speaking of alcohol, I notes, I have now finished my drink of “corny ale” and is ready to begin my tale.