Why despisest thou the Pope's minister?
Masters, here I curse him openly,
And therewith warn all this whole company
By the Pope's great auctority,
That ye leave him, and harken unto me;
For, till he be assoiled, his words take none effect,
For out of holy church he is now clean reject.
FRIAR.
My masters, he doth but jest and rave;
It forceth not for the words of a knave;
But to the Word of God do reverence,
And hear me forth with due audience.
Masters, I showed you ere while of alms-deed—
PARDONER.
Masters, this pardon which I showed you before—
FRIAR.
And how ye should give poor folk at their need—
PARDONER.
Is the greatest that ever was, sith God was bore—