In flaming Phlegeton does not so felly roste.
Which when as Archimago heard, his griefe li
He knew right well, and him attonce disarmd:
Then searcht his secret wounds, and made a priefe
Of euery place, that was with brusing harmd,
Or with the hidden fire too[649] inly warmd.
Which done, he balmes and herbes thereto applyde,
And euermore[650] with mighty spels them charmd,
That in short space he has them qualifyde,
And him restor’d to health, that would haue algates dyde.