Satire in The Pardoner’s Tale Answers

In the Middle Ages, an indulgence was

Satire is an author’s use of

Read the excerpt from The Canterbury Tales."To start with, I declare where I’ve come from,And then produce my certificates, one by one;My licence with the seal of our lord bishopWhich I show first—that’s to protect myselfSo that nobody, whether priest or cleric,Dares interdict me from Christ’s holy work.”

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Read the excerpt from The Canterbury Tales."Gentlemen” said he, "I take pains to preach In churches with a lofty, resonant voice, Regular as a bell I ring it out,For everything I say I have by heart:My text’s the same one as it always was . . .”

Read the excerpt from The Pardoner’s Tale in The Canterbury Tales.And it fell to the youngest of them all,And he set off at once towards the town.And thereupon, so soon as he was gone,One of the two who stayed said to the other:"You know, of course, that you are my sworn brother.I’ll tell you something that you won’t lose by.As you can see, our friend has gone away,And here is gold, and that in greatest plenty,All waiting to be split between us three.How would it be, if I can work it soThat it is only shared between us two,Wouldn’t I be doing you a friendly turn?”

Read the excerpt from The Canterbury Tales."Think what a safeguard it must be for youThat I, who can absolve both high and lowWhen soul from body is about to go,Should chance to fall in with your company!Let me suggest that our host here begin,Since he’s the one who’s most wrapped up in sin.Step forward, Mister Host—your offering first,And you can kiss the relics, every one!All for a penny! Out now with your purse!”

Read the excerpt from The Canterbury Tales."God’s arms!” exclaimed one of these debauchees,"Is the fellow then so dangerous to meet?In highways and in byways, street by street,I’ll seek him out, I vow it on God’s bones.Now listen, fellows: let us three be one,Each of us hold his hand up to the other,And each of us become the other’s brother,And we will kill this black betrayer, Death,And kill the killer, by God’s holy breath,And that before the sun goes down on us!”

Read the excerpt from The Canterbury Tales.I preach just as you’ve heard me say; and tell A hundred taradiddles more as well.And then I do my best to stretch my neckAnd bob my head in every directionOver the folk, now this way, and now that,Just like a pigeon sitting on a barn. Both hands and tongue are busy, and so quickThat it’s a joy to watch me at my work.