XLIII

The Sprite then gan more boldly him to wake,
  And threatned unto him the dreaded name 380
  Of Hecate[*]:  whereat he gan to quake,
  And lifting up his lumpish head, with blame
  Halfe angry asked him, for what he came. 
  Hither (quoth he) me Archimago sent,
  He that the stubborne Sprites can wisely tame, 385
  He bids thee to him send for his intent
A fit false dreame, that can delude the sleepers sent.[*]

XLIV

The God obayde, and, calling forth straightway
  A diverse dreame out of his prison darke,
  Delivered it to him, and downe did lay 390
  His heavie head, devoide of carefull carke,
  Whose sences all were straight benumbed and starke. 
  He backe returning by the Yvorie dore,
  Remounted up as light as chearefull Larke,
  And on his litle winges the dreame he bore 395
In hast unto his Lord, where he him left afore.

XLV

Who all this while with charmes and hidden artes,
  Had made a Lady of that other Spright,
  And fram’d of liquid ayre her tender partes
  So lively, and so like in all mens sight, 400
  That weaker sence it could have ravisht quight: 
  The maker selfe, for all his wondrous witt,
  Was nigh beguiled with so goodly sight: 
  Her all in white he clad, and over it
Cast a black stole, most like to seeme[*] for Una fit. 405

XLVI

Now when that ydle dreame was to him brought,
  Unto that Elfin knight he bad him fly,
  Where he slept soundly void of evill thought,
  And with false shewes abuse his fantasy,
  In sort as he him schooled privily:  410
  And that new creature, borne without her dew,[*]
  Full of the makers guile, with usage sly
  He taught to imitate that Lady trew,
Whose semblance she did carrie under feigned hew.

XLVII

Thus well instructed, to their worke they hast, 415
  And coming where the knight in slomber lay,
  The one upon his hardy head him plast
  And made him dreame of loves and lustfull play,
  That nigh his manly hart did melt away,
  Bathed in wanton blis and wicked joy:  420
  Then seemed him his Lady by him lay,
  And to him playnd, how that false winged boy,
Her chast hart had subdewd, to learne Dame Pleasures toy.

XLVIII

And she herselfe of beautie soveraigne Queene,
  Fayre Venus[*] seemde unto his bed to bring 425
  Her, whom he waking evermore did weene,
  To bee the chastest flowre, that ay did spring
  On earthly braunch, the daughter of a king,
  Now a loose Leman to vile service bound: 
  And eke the Graces[*] seemed all to sing, 430
  Hymen Io Hymen[*] dauncing all around,
Whilst freshest Flora[*] her with Yvie girlond crownd.