Now hath the pope power Pardon to graunte the peple, Withouten any penaunce To passen into hevene; This is oure bileve, As lettred men us techeth: _Quodcumque ligaveris super terram, erit ligatum et in coelis, etc._ = And so I leve leelly, 4850 Lordes forbode ellis! That pardon and penaunce And preieres doon save Soules that have synned Seven sithes dedly; Ac to truste to thise triennals, Trewely me thynketh, Is noght so siker for the soule, Certes, as is Do-wel. For-thi I rede yow, renkes, 4860 That riche ben on this erthe, Upon trust of youre tresor Triennals to have, Be ye never the bolder {150} To breake the .x. hestes; And namely ye maistres, Meires and jugges, That have the welthe of this world And for wise men ben holden, To purchace yow pardon 4870 And the popes bulles. At the dredful dome, Whan dede shulle rise, And comen alle to-fore Crist Acountes to yelde, How thow laddest thi lif here, And hise lawes keptest, And how thow didest day by day, The doom wole reherce. A poke ful of pardon there, 4880 Ne provincials lettres, Theigh ye be founde in the fraternité Of alle the foure ordres, And have indulgences double-fold, But if Do-wel yow helpe, I sette youre patentes and youre pardon At one pies hele. For-thi I counseille alle Cristene To crie God mercy, And Marie his moder 4890 Be oure meene bitwene, That God gyve us grace here, Er we go hennes, Swiche werkes to werche While we ben here, That after oure deeth-day Do-wel reherce At the day of dome, We dide as he highte. 4899 * * * * * {151} _Passus Octavus de Visione, et incipit Do-wel._ Thus y-robed in russet 4900 I romed aboute Al a somer seson For to seke Do-wel; And frayned ful ofte Of folk that I mette, If any wight wiste Wher Do-wel was at inne; And what man he myghte be Of many man I asked. Was nevere wight, as I wente, 4910 That me wisse kouthe Where this leode lenged, Lasse ne moore; Til it bi-fel on a Friday Two freres I mette, Maistres of the menours, Men of grete witte. I hailsed hem hendely, As I hadde y-lerned, And preide hem _par charité_, 4920 Er thei passed ferther, If thei knewe any contree Or costes, as thei wente, {152} "Where that Do-wel dwelleth Dooth me to witene." For thei be men of this moolde That moost wide walken, And knowen contrees and courtes, And many kynnes places, Bothe princes paleises 4930 And povere mennes cotes, And Do-wel and Do-yvele Wher thei dwelle bothe.