- But sires, I forgot to say one thing in my tale.
- I have relics and pardons in my pouch, each as fail-safe as can be.
- The Pope himself gave them to me.
- If any of you, out of devotion, wants to make an offering and receive my absolution, come forward and kneel down here, and meekly receive my pardon.
- Or else, take a pardon on the way, a new and fresh one every mile. Keep making offerings, again and again, just to be sure.
- It's a great honor for you to have a competent pardoner in your midst, to absolve you as you ride along, in case something bad happens.
- Who knows, someone could fall off his horse and break his neck.
- What a relief it is for you to have me here to absolve you when your soul passes out of your body.
- I suggest our Host make the first offering. He needs it the most.
- You can kiss my relics, every one, for just a penny. Go ahead, unbuckle your purse!