It was the law that did it ; call ye that natural ? But now , what with Sir Daniel and what with Sir Oliver -- that knows more of law than honesty -- I have no natural lord but poor King Harry the Sixt , God bless him ! -- the poor innocent that can not tell his right hand from his left . '' `` Ye speak with an ill tongue , friend , '' answered Dick , `` to miscall your good master and my lord the king in the same libel . But King Harry -- praised be the saints ! -- has come again into his right mind , and will have all things peaceably ordained . And as for Sir Daniel , y ' are very brave behind his back . But I will be no tale-bearer ; and let that suffice . '' `` I say no harm of you , Master Richard , '' returned the peasant . `` Y ' are a lad ; but when ye come to a man 's inches , ye will find ye have an empty pocket . I say no more : the saints help Sir Daniel 's neighbours , and the Blessed Maid protect his wards ! '' `` Clipsby , '' said Richard , `` you speak what I can not hear with honour . Sir Daniel is my good master , and my guardian . '' `` Come , now , will ye read me a riddle ? '' returned Clipsby . `` On whose side is Sir Daniel ? '' `` I know not , '' said Dick , colouring a little ; for his guardian had changed sides continually in the troubles of that period , and every change had brought him some increase of fortune . `` Ay , '' returned Clipsby , `` you , nor no man . For , indeed , he is one that goes to bed Lancaster and gets up York . '' Just then the bridge rang under horse-shoe iron , and the party turned and saw Bennet Hatch come galloping -- a brown-faced , grizzled fellow , heavy of hand and grim of mien , armed with sword and spear , a steel salet on his head , a leather jack upon his body .
He was a great man in these parts ; Sir XXXXX 's right hand in peace and war , and at that time , by his master 's interest , bailiff of the hundred .
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