`` I found naught else , sir parson . '' `` Now , by the power of Mother Church , '' cried Sir Oliver , `` but this runs hard on sacrilege ! For the king 's good pleasure , or the lord of the manor -- well ! But that every run-the-hedge in a green jerkin should fasten papers to the chancel door -- nay , it runs hard on sacrilege , hard ; and men have burned for matters of less weight . But what have we here ? The light falls apace . Good Master Richard , y ' have young eyes . Read me , I pray , this libel . '' Dick Shelton took the paper in his hand and read it aloud . It contained some lines of very rugged doggerel , hardly even rhyming , written in a gross character , and most uncouthly spelt . With the spelling somewhat bettered , this is how they ran : `` I had four blak arrows under my belt , Four for the greefs that I have felt , Four for the nomber of ill menne That have opressid me now and then . One is gone ; one is wele sped ; Old Apulyaird is ded . One is for Maister Bennet Hatch , That burned Grimstone , walls and thatch . One for Sir Oliver Oates , That cut Sir Harry Shelton 's throat . Sir Daniel , ye shull have the fourt ; We shall think it fair sport . Ye shull each have your own part , A blak arrow in each blak heart . Get ye to your knees for to pray : Ye are ded theeves , by yea and nay ! `` JON AMEND-ALL of the Green Wood , And his jolly fellaweship . `` Item , we have mo arrowes and goode hempen cord for otheres of your following . '' `` Now , well-a-day for charity and the Christian graces ! ''
cried Sir XXXXX , lamentably .
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