So did this poor sinner, Appleyard.

And, by your leave, men's spirits are so foully inclined to all of us, that it needs neither York nor Lancaster to spur them on.
Hear my plain thoughts: You, that are a clerk, and Sir Daniel, that sails on any wind, ye have taken many men's goods, and beaten and hanged not a few.

Y' are called to count for this; in the end, I wot not how, ye have ever the uppermost at law, and ye think all patched.

But give me leave, Sir Oliver: the man that ye have dispossessed and beaten is but the angrier, and some day, when the black devil is by, he will up with his bow and clout me a yard of arrow through your inwards." "Nay, Bennet, y' are in the wrong.

Bennet, ye should be glad to be corrected," said Sir Oliver.