The one of them the false Duessa hight, xviii
That now had chang’d her former wonted hew:
For she could d’on so manie shapes in sight,
As euer could Cameleon[11] colours new;
So could she forge all colours, saue the trew.
The other no whit better was then shee,
But that such as she was, she plaine did shew;
Yet otherwise much worse, if worse might bee,
And dayly more offensiue vnto each degree.
Her name was Ate, mother of debate, xix