What read ye ? '' '' ' Appulyaird fro Jon Amend-All , ' '' read Shelton . `` What should this betoken ? '' `` Nay , I like it not , '' returned the retainer , shaking his head . `` John Amend-All ! Here is a rogue 's name for those that be up in the world ! But why stand we here to make a mark ? Take him by the knees , good Master Shelton , while I lift him by the shoulders , and let us lay him in his house . This will be a rare shog to poor Sir Oliver ; he will turn paper colour ; he will pray like a windmill . '' They took up the old archer , and carried him between them into his house , where he had dwelt alone . And there they laid him on the floor , out of regard for the mattress , and sought , as best they might , to straighten and compose his limbs . Appleyard 's house was clean and bare . There was a bed , with a blue cover , a cupboard , a great chest , a pair of joint-stools , a hinged table in the chimney corner , and hung upon the wall the old soldier 's armoury of bows and defensive armour . Hatch began to look about him curiously . `` Nick had money , '' he said . `` He may have had three score pounds put by . I would I could light upo n't ! When ye lose an old friend , Master Richard , the best consolation is to heir him . See , now , this chest . I would go a mighty wager there is a bushel of gold therein .
He had a strong hand to get , and a hard hand to keep withal , had Appleyard the XXXXX .
Amend-All Hatch Nick Oliver Shelton archer armoury colour mattress shog