THE FAERIE QUEENE by Edmund Spenser TO The ... - Planet.ee

www.TaleBooks.comXXXVI. They all, beholding worldly wights in place,Leave off their worke, unmindfull of their smart,To gaze on them; who forth by them doe pace,Till they be come unto the furthest part;Where was a Cave ywrought by wondrous artDeepe, darke, uneasy, doleful, comfortlesse.In which sad Aesculapius far apartEmprisond was in chaines remedilesse;For that Hippolytus rent corse he did redresse.XXXVII. Hippolytus a jolly huntsman was,That wont in charett chace the foming bore:He all his Peeres in beauty did surpas,But Ladies love as losse of time forbore:His wanton stepdame loved him the more;But, when she saw her offred sweets refusd,Her love she turnd to hate, and him beforeHis father fierce of treason false accusd,And with her gealous termes his open eares abusd:XXXVIII. Who, all in rage, his Sea-god syre besoughtSome cursed vengeaunce on his sonne to cast.From surging gulf two Monsters streight were brought,With dread whereof his chacing steedes aghastBoth charett swifte and huntsman overcast:His goodly corps, on ragged cliffs yrent,Was quite dismembered, and his members chastScattered on every mountaine as he went,That of Hippolytus was lefte no moniment.XXXIX. His cruell step-dame, seeing what was donne,Her wicked daies with wretched knife did end,In death avowing th' innocence of her sonne.Which hearing, his rash syre began to rendHis heare, and hasty tong that did offend:Tho, gathering up the reliques of his smart,By Dianes meanes, who was Hippolyts frend,Them brought to Aesculape, that by his artDid heale them all againe, and joyned every part.XL. Such wondrous science in mans witt to rainWhen Jove avizd, that could the dead revive,And fates expired could renew again,Of endlesse life he might him not deprive,But unto hell did thrust him downe alive,With flashing thunderbolt ywounded sore:Where, long remaining, he did alwaies striveHimselfe with salves to health for to restore,And slake the heavenly fire that raged evermore.XLI. There auncient Night arriving did alightFrom her high weary wayne, and in her armesTo Aesculapius brought the wounded knight:Whome having softly disaraid of armes,Page 57 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser