The wanton Maidens him espying, stood lxvi Gazing a while at his vnwonted guise; Then th’one her selfe low ducked in the flood, Abasht, that her a straunger did a vise: But th’other rather higher did arise, And her two lilly paps aloft displayd, And all, that might his melting hart entise To her delights, she vnto him bewrayd: The rest hid vnderneath, him more desirous made. With that, the other likewise vp arose, lxvii And her faire lockes, which formerly were bownd Vp in one knot, she low adowne did lose: Which flowing long and thick, her cloth’d arownd, And th’yuorie in golden mantle gownd: So that faire spectacle from him was reft, Yet that, which reft it, no lesse faire was fownd: So hid in lockes and waues from lookers theft, Nought but her louely face she for his looking left. Withall she laughed, and she blusht withall, lxviii That blushing to her laughter gaue more grace, And laughter to her blushing, as did fall: Now when they spide the knight to slacke his pace, Them to behold, and in his sparkling face The secret signes of kindled lust appeare, Their wanton meriments they did encreace, And to him beckned, to approch more neare, And shewd him many sights, that courage cold could reare. On which when gazing him the Palmer saw, lxix He much rebukt those wandring eyes of his, And counseld well, him forward thence did draw. Now are they come nigh to the _Bowre of blis_ Of her fond fauorites so nam’d amis: When thus the Palmer; Now Sir, well auise; For here the end of all our trauell is: Here wonnes _Acrasia_, whom we must surprise, Else she will slip away, and all our drift despise. Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound, lxx Of all that mote delight a daintie eare, Such as attonce might not on liuing ground, Saue in this Paradise, be heard elswhere: Right hard it was, for wight, which did it heare, To read, what manner musicke that mote bee: For all that pleasing is to liuing eare, Was there consorted in one harmonee, Birdes, voyces, instruments, windes, waters, all agree. The ioyous birdes shrouded in chearefull shade, lxxi Their notes vnto the voyce attempred sweet; Th’Angelicall soft trembling voyces made To th’instruments diuine respondence meet: The siluer sounding instruments did meet With the base murmure of the waters fall: The waters fall with difference discreet, Now soft, now loud, vnto the wind did call: The gentle warbling wind low answered to all.