Duessa I, the daughter of Deceipt and Shame.
Then bowing downe her aged backe, she kist xxvii
The wicked witch, saying; In that faire face
The false resemblance of Deceipt, I wist
Did closely lurke; yet so true-seeming grace
It carried, that I scarse in darkesome place
Could it discerne, though I the mother bee
Of falshood[192], and root of Duessaes race.
O welcome child, whom I haue longd to see,
And now haue seene vnwares. Lo now I go with thee.