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1 "Fair sir," said she, half in disdainful wise,

wise > manner

2 "How is it that this word in me you blame,

word > (A colloquialism: the thing spoken of, the subject in hand;
hence, here: mien, mood (see Textual Appendix))
blame > reprove

3 And in yourself do not the same advise?

advise > perceive

4 Him ill beseems, another's fault to name,

beseems > suits, becomes

5 That may unwares be blotted with the same:

unwares > unwittingly

6 Pensive I yield I am, and sad in mind,

Pensive > Anxious; thoughtful

7 Through great desire of glory and of fame;
8 Neither aught I ween are you therein behind,

aught > in any way
ween > think

9 That have twelve months sought one, yet nowhere can her find."

one > [the Faery Queen]

209.39

The Prince was inly moued at her speach,
2 Well weeting trew, what she had rashly told;
Yet with faire +semblaunt+ sought to hide the breach,
4 Which chaunge of colour did perforce vnfold,
Now seeming flaming whot, now stony cold.
6 Tho turning soft aside, he did inquire,
What wight she was, that Poplar braunch did hold:
8 It answered was, her name was _Prays-desire_,
That by well doing sought to honour to aspire.

3 semblaunt > samblaunt _1596_

1 The prince was inly moved at her speech,

inly > inwardly

2 Well weeting true, what she had rashly told;

weeting > knowing [to be]

3 Yet with fair semblant sought to hide the breach

semblant > expression; demeanour, outward show; pretence
breach > {Broken or injured spot; hence: raw nerve}

4 Which change of colour did perforce unfold,

unfold > reveal, make plain

5 Now seeming flaming hot, now stony cold.
6 Tho turning soft aside, he did inquire

Tho > Then

7 What wight she was, that poplar branch did hold:

wight > person, lady
poplar > [a poplar]

8 It answered was, her name was Praise-desire,
9 That by well doing sought to honour to aspire.

209.40

The whiles, the _Faerie_ knight did entertaine
2 Another Damsell of that gentle crew,
That was right faire, and modest of demaine,
4 But that too oft she chaung'd her natiue hew:
Straunge was her tyre, and all her garment blew,
6 Close round +about her+ tuckt with many a plight:
Vpon her fist the bird, which shonneth vew,
8 And keepes in couerts close from liuing wight,
Did sit, as yet ashamd, how rude _Pan_ did her dight.