`` Cold cheer with Appleyard , sir parson , '' answered Hatch , with perfect cheerfulness . `` Shot at his own door , and alighteth even now at purgatory gates . Ay ! there , if tales be true , he shall lack neither coal nor candle . '' Sir Oliver groped his way to a joint-stool , and sat down upon it , sick and white . `` This is a judgment ! O , a great stroke ! '' he sobbed , and rattled off a leash of prayers . Hatch meanwhile reverently doffed his salet and knelt down . `` Ay , Bennet , '' said the priest , somewhat recovering , `` and what may this be ? What enemy hath done this ? '' `` Here , Sir Oliver , is the arrow . See , it is written upon with words , '' said Dick . `` Nay , '' cried the priest , `` this is a foul hearing ! John Amend-All ! A right Lollardy word . And black of hue , as for an omen ! Sirs , this knave arrow likes me not . But it importeth rather to take counsel . Who should this be ?
Bethink you , XXXXX .
Amend-All Ay Bennet Hatch Lollardy Oliver alighteth joint-stool knave salet