3 His deadly wounds within my liver swell,
liver > (The supposed seat of love and violent passion)
4 And his hot fire burns in my entrails brightly, 5 Kindled through his infernal brand of spite, 6 Sith late with him I battle vain would boast;
Sith late > Since lately vain > futile; foolish boast > threaten
7 That now I ween Jove's dreaded thunder-light
ween > think, believe thunder-light > lightning
8 Does scorch not half so sore, nor damned ghost 9 In flaming Phlegethon does not so felly roast."
Phlegethon > (The "Stream of Fire": one of the five rivers of hell, through which fire flows instead of water (see 204.41:7)) felly > fiercely, cruelly
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Which when as Archimago heard, his griefe
2 He knew right well, and him attonce disarmd:
Then searcht his secret wounds, and made a priefe
4 Of euery place, that was with brusing harmd,
Or with the hidden +fire too inly+ warmd.
6 Which done, he balmes and herbes thereto applyde,
And +euermore+ with mighty spels them charmd,
8 That in short space he has them qualifyde,
And him restor'd to health, that would haue algates dyde.