Sonnet XLVIII: I saw (sweet Licia) when the spydar

I saw (sweet Licia) when the spydar ranne,
Within your house, to weave a woorthlesse web:
You present were, and feard her with your fanne,
So that amazed, speedilie she fled.
She in your house such sweete perfumes did smell,
And heard the Muses, with their notes refin'd:
Thus fill'd with envie, could no longer dwell,
But straight return'd, and at your house repin'd,
Then tell me (spidar) why of late I sawe
Thee loose thy poison, and thy bowels gone,
Did these enchaunt, and keepe thy limmes in awe,
And made thy forces, to be small or none?
No. no, thou didst by chaunce my Licia fee,
Who for her looke, Minerva seem'd to thee.