That Guyon meruayld at her vncouth cace:
Till Alma him bespake, Why[752] wonder yee
Faire Sir at that, which ye so much embrace?
She is the fountaine of your modestee;
You shamefast[753] are, but Shamefastnesse it selfe is shee.
Thereat the Elfe did blush in priuitee, xliv
And turnd his face away; but she the same
Dissembled faire, and faynd to ouersee.
Thus they awhile with court and goodly game,
Themselues did solace each one with his Dame,