Here is a fayr pepyl in good ffay;
Good seres, telle me what men me calle,
I trowe ȝe kannot be this day;
ȝitt I walke wide and many way,
But ȝet ther I come I do no good,
To reyse slawdyr is al my lay,
Bakbytere is my brother of blood.
Dede he ought come hedyr in al this day,
Now wolde God that he were here!
And be my trewthe, I dare wel say,