The Pardoner’s Tale

Our Hostë gan to swear as he were wood; 3479 “Harow!” quoth he, “by nailës and by blood, 3480 This was a cursed thief, a false justíce. As shameful death as heartë can devise Come to these judges and their advoca’s. 3481 Algate 3482 this sely 3483 maid is slain, alas! Alas! too dearë bought 3484 she her beautý. Wherefore I say, that all day man may see That giftës of fortúne and of natúre Be cause of death to many a creatúre. Her beauty was her death, I dare well sayn; Alas! so piteously as she was slain. [Of bothë giftës, that I speak of now, Men have full often morë harm than prow. 3485