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 Daniel 's right hand in peace and war , and at that time , by his master 's interest , bailiff of the hundred . `` Clipsby , '' he shouted , `` off to the Moat House , and send all other laggards the same gate . Bowyer will give you jack and salet . We must ride before curfew . Look to it : he that is last at the lych-gate Sir Daniel shall reward . Look to it right well ! I know you for a man of naught . Nance , '' he added , to one of the women , `` is old Appleyard up town ? '' `` I 'll warrant you , '' replied the woman . `` In his field , for sure . '' So the group dispersed , and while Clipsby walked leisurely over the bridge , Bennet and young Shelton rode up the road together , through the village and past the church . `` Ye will see the old shrew , '' said Bennet . `` He will waste more time grumbling and prating of Harry the Fift than would serve a man to shoe a horse . And all because he has been to the French wars ! '' The house to which they were bound was the last in the village , standing alone among lilacs ; and beyond it , on three sides , there was open meadow rising towards the borders of the wood . Hatch dismounted , threw his rein over the fence , and walked down the field , Dick keeping close at his elbow , to where the old soldier was digging , knee-deep in his cabbages , and now and again , in a cracked voice , singing a snatch of song . He was all dressed in leather , only his hood and tippet were of black frieze , and tied with scarlet ; his face was like a walnut-shell , both for colour and wrinkles ; but his old grey eye was still clear enough , and his sight unabated . Perhaps he was deaf ; perhaps he thought it unworthy of an old archer of Agincourt to pay any heed to such disturbances ; but neither the surly notes of the alarm bell , nor the near approach of Bennet and the lad , appeared at all to move him ; and he continued obstinately digging , and piped up , very thin and shaky : `` Now , dear lady , if thy will be , I pray you that you will rue on me . ''
`` Nick Appleyard , '' said XXXXX , `` Sir Oliver commends him to you , and bids that ye shall come within this hour to the Moat House , there to take command . ''
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