(For Roffy is wise, and as Argus eyed,)
And, when at even he came to the flock,
Fast in their folds he did them lock,
And took out the wolf in his counterfeit coat,
And let out the sheep's blood at his throat.
HOB. Marry, Diggon, what should him affray
To take his own where ever it lay?
For, had his weasand been a little widder,
He would have devoured both hidder and shidder.
DIG. Mischief light on him, and God's great curse,