Ix

But subtill Archimago, when his guests He saw divided into double parts, And Una wandring in woods and forrests, Th' end of his drift, he praisd his divelish arts, That had such might over true meaning harts: Yet rests not so, but other meanes doth make, How he may worke unto her further smarts: For her he hated as the hissing snake, And in her many troubles did most pleasure take.