3669 When that the soul shall from the body pass. I redë 3670 that our Hostë shall begin, For he is most enveloped in sin. Come forth, Sir Host, and offer first anon, And thou shalt kiss; the relics every one, Yea, for a groat; unbuckle anon thy purse.

“Nay, nay,” quoth he, “then have I Christë’s curse! Let be,” quoth he, “it shall not be, so thé ’ch. 3671 Thou wouldest make me kiss thine oldë breech, And swear it were a relic of a saint, Though it were with thy fundament depaint’. But, by the cross which that Saint Helen fand, 3672 I would I had thy coilons in mine hand, Instead of relics, or of sanctuary. Let cut them off, I will thee help them carry; They shall be shrined in a hoggë’s tord.” The Pardoner answered not one word; So wroth he was, no wordë would he say.