And threatned vnto him the dreaded name
Of Hecate: whereat he gan to quake,
And lifting vp his lumpish[58] head, with blame
Halfe angry asked him, for what he came.
Hither[59] (quoth he) me Archimago sent,
He that the stubborne Sprites can wisely tame,
He bids thee to him send for his intent
A fit false dreame, that can delude the sleepers sent.
The God obayde, and calling forth straight way xliv
A diuerse dreame out of his prison darke,