Hatch himself showed , under his sun-brown , the pallour of anxiety ; and when he had taken Dick aside and learned the fate of Selden , he fell on a stone bench and fairly wept . The others , from where they sat on stools or doorsteps in the sunny angle of the court , looked at him with wonder and alarm , but none ventured to inquire the cause of his emotion . `` Nay , Master Shelton , '' said Hatch , at last -- `` nay , but what said I ? We shall all go . Selden was a man of his hands ; he was like a brother to me . Well , he has gone second ; well , we shall all follow ! For what said their knave rhyme ? -- ' A black arrow in each black heart . ' Was it not so it went ? Appleyard , Selden , Smith , old Humphrey gone ; and there lieth poor John Carter , crying , poor sinner , for the priest . '' Dick gave ear . Out of a low window , hard by where they were talking , groans and murmurs came to his ear . `` Lieth he there ? '' he asked . `` Ay , in the second porter 's chamber , '' answered Hatch . `` We could not bear him further , soul and body were so bitterly at odds . At every step we lifted him , he thought to wend . But now , methinks , it is the soul that suffereth . Ever for the priest he crieth , and Sir Oliver , I wot not why , still cometh not . ` Twill be a long shrift ; but poor Appleyard and poor Selden , they had none . ''
XXXXX stooped to the window and looked in .
Ay Dick Hatch Lieth Oliver Selden Shelton doorsteps knave pallour