Who when she saw _Duessa_ sunny bright, xxi Adornd with gold and iewels shining cleare, She greatly grew amazed at the sight, And th’vnacquainted light began to feare: For neuer did such brightnesse there appeare, And would haue backe retyred to her caue, Vntill the witches speech she gan to heare, Saying, Yet[188] O thou dreaded Dame, I craue Abide, till I haue told the message, which I haue. She stayd, and foorth _Duessa_ gan proceede, xxii O thou most auncient Grandmother of all, More old then _Ioue_, whom thou at first didst breede, Or that great house of Gods cælestiall, Which wast begot in _Dæmogorgons_ hall, And sawst the secrets of the world vnmade, Why suffredst thou thy Nephewes deare to fall With Elfin sword, most shamefully betrade? Lo where the stout _Sansioy_ doth sleepe in deadly shade. And him before, I saw with bitter eyes xxiii The bold _Sansfoy_ shrinke vnderneath his speare; And now the pray of fowles in field he lyes, Nor wayld of friends, nor laid on groning beare, That whylome was to me too dearely deare. O what of Gods then boots it to be borne, If old _Aveugles_ sonnes so euill heare? Or who shall not great _Nightes_[189] children scorne, When two of three her Nephews are so fowle forlorne. Vp then, vp dreary Dame, of darknesse Queene, xxiv Go gather vp the reliques of thy race, Or else goe them auenge, and let be seene, That dreaded _Night_ in brightest day hath place, And can the children of faire light deface. Her feeling speeches some compassion moued In hart, and chaunge in that great mothers face: Yet pittie in her hart was neuer proued Till then: for[190] euermore she hated, neuer loued. And said, Deare daughter rightly may I rew xxv The fall of famous children borne of mee, And good successes, which their foes ensew: But who can turne the streame of destinee, Or breake the chayne of strong necessitee, Which fast is tyde to _Ioues_ eternall seat? The sonnes of Day he fauoureth, I see, And by my ruines thinkes to make them great: To make one great by others losse, is bad excheat. Yet shall they not escape so freely all; xxvi For some shall pay the price of others guilt: And he the man that made _Sansfoy_ to fall, Shall with his owne bloud price that he hath spilt. But what art thou, that telst of Nephews kilt? I that do seeme not I, _Duessa_ am[191], (Quoth she) how euer now in garments gilt, And gorgeous gold arayd I to thee came; _Duessa_ I, the daughter of Deceipt and Shame.