Or sleep, as some doen, all the long day;
But ever liggen in watch and ward,
From sudden force their flocks for to guard.
HOB. Ah! Diggon, thilk same rule were too strait,
All the cold season to watch and wait:
We be of flesh, men as other be,
Why should we be bound to such misery?
Whatever thing lacketh changeable rest,
Must needs decay, when it is at best.
DIG. Ah! but, Hobbinol, all this long tale