Lorde, what may thys be,
Thys myrthe & thys solempnite,
My brother ys nowe ynne? –
That neuer wrouȝt wel, ywys,
But al hys lyfe hadde ladde amys,
And ay do wo & synne.
For to defoylene mayd & wyfe –
Thus he hathe ledde hys lyfe –
Ne wolde he neuer blynne.
Nowe me thenketh y lyue to longe,
Othyr ellys God doyth me wronge,
That he thus heuene may wynne.
And y that suffyr payn & woo,
Euyl lygge and barfote go,
And fast vnto water & brede,
Hereof me thenketh gret ferly
That he may come to heuene or y,
ffor euer he was a queed.
I wyl be a outlawe & non ermyte
And cast awey my grey abyte
And alle myn other wede,
And robbe and sle, bothe on & other,
And come to heuene as doth my brother,
Thys ys my best reed.
God quickly upbraids the hermit for his resentfulness, and subsequent investigation reveals to him his brother's late conversion and the manner of his death. Reassured of the justice of his brother's salvation, the hermit lives out the rest of his days in devotion and eventually goes to heaven himself.