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Now, goode men, God foryeve yow youre trespas, |
| And ware yow fro the synne of avarice; |
| 620 | Myn hooly pardoun may yow alle warice, |
| So that ye offre nobles or sterlynges, |
| Or elles silver broches, spoones, rynges; |
| Boweth youre heed under this hooly bulle! |
| Com up, ye wyves, offreth of youre wolle! |
| 625 | Youre names I entre heer in my rolle anon, |
| Into the blisse of hevene shul ye gon. |
| I yow assoille by myn heigh power, |
| Yow that wol offre, as clene and eek as cleer |
| As ye were born. - And lo, sires, thus I preche. |
| 630 | And Jesu Crist, that is oure soules leche, |
| So graunte yow his pardoun to receyve, |
| For that is best, I wol yow nat deceyve. |
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| Now, good men, God forgive you each trespass, |
| And keep you from the sin of avarice. |
| 620 | My holy pardon cures and will suffice, |
| So that it brings me gold, or silver brings, |
| Or else, I care not- brooches, spoons or rings. |
| Bow down your heads before this holy bull! |
| Come up, you wives, and offer of your wool! |
| 625 | Your names I'll enter on my roll, anon, |
| And into Heaven's bliss you'll go, each one. |
| For I'll absolve you, by my special power, |
| You that make offering, as clean this hour |
| As you were born. And lo, sirs, thus I preach. |
| 630 | And Jesus Christ, who is our souls' great leech, |
| So grant you each his pardon to receive; |
| For that is best; I will not you deceive. |
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