noon, spring
So spoke the stout shepherd to Simon Bunce , pointing to the young man , who lay at his length upon the grass calculating the proportions of the stones that marked the relations of hours of the flood tide and those of the height of the moon . Above and beyond was a sundial cut out in the turf , from his own observations after the hints that the hermit and the friar had given him . ` Ha now , my lord , I have rare news for you . ' The unwonted title did not strike Hal 's unaccustomed ears , and he continued moving his lips , ` High noon , spring tide . ' ` There , d'ye see ? ' said Hob , ` he heeds nothing . ` That I and my goodwife should have bred up a mooncalf !