The Sprite then gan more boldly him to wake, xliii And threatned vnto him the dreaded name Of _Hecate_: whereat he gan to quake, And lifting vp his lumpish[58] head, with blame Halfe angry asked him, for what he came. Hither[59] (quoth he) me _Archimago_ sent, He that the stubborne Sprites can wisely tame, He bids thee to him send for his intent A fit false dreame, that can delude the sleepers sent. The God obayde, and calling forth straight way xliv A diuerse dreame out of his prison darke, Deliuered it to him, and downe did lay His heauie head, deuoide of carefull carke, Whose sences all were straight benumbd and starke. He backe returning by the Yuorie dore, Remounted vp as light as chearefull Larke, And on his litle winges the dreame he bore In hast vnto his Lord, where he him left afore. Who all this while with charmes and hidden artes, xlv Had made a Lady of that other Spright, And fram’d of liquid ayre her tender partes So liuely, and so like in all mens sight, That weaker sence it could haue rauisht quight: The maker selfe for all his wondrous witt, Was nigh beguiled with so goodly sight: Her all in white he clad, and ouer it Cast a blacke stole, most like to seeme for _Vna_ fit. Now when that ydle dreame was to him brought, xlvi Vnto that Elfin knight he bad him fly, Where he slept soundly void of euill thought, And with false shewes abuse his fantasy, In sort as he him schooled priuily: And that new creature borne without her dew, Full of the makers guile, with vsage[60] sly He taught to imitate that Lady trew, Whose semblance she did carrie vnder feigned hew. Thus well instructed, to their worke they hast, xlvii And comming where the knight in slomber lay, The one vpon his hardy head him plast, And made him dreame of loues and lustfull play, That nigh his manly hart did melt away, Bathed in wanton blis and wicked ioy: Then seemed him his Lady by him lay, And to him playnd, how that false winged boy[61] Her chast hart had subdewd, to learne Dame pleasures toy. And she her selfe of beautie soueraigne Queene, xlviii Faire _Venus_ seemde vnto his bed to bring Her, whom he waking euermore did weene[62] To be the chastest flowre, that ay did spring On earthly braunch, the daughter of a king, Now a loose Leman to vile seruice bound: And eke the _Graces_ seemed all to sing, _Hymen iõ Hymen_, dauncing all around, Whilst freshest _Flora_ her with[63] Yuie girlond crownd.