And lent her wary[879] eare to vnderstand,
If any puffe of breath, or signe of sence she fond[880].
Which whenas none she fond, with easie shift, lxi
For feare least her vnwares she should abrayd,
Th’embroderd quilt she lightly vp did lift,
And by her side her selfe she softly layd,
Of euery finest fingers touch affrayd;
Ne any noise she made, ne word she spake,
But inly sigh’d. At last the royall Mayd
Out of her quiet slomber did awake,