Xxxviii

Who all in rage his Sea-god syre besought, Some cursed vengeaunce on his sonne to cast, From surging gulf two monsters straight were brought, With dread whereof his chasing steedes aghast, Both charet swift and huntsman overcast. His goodly corps on ragged cliffs yrent, Was quite dismembred, and his members chast Scattered on every mountaine, as he went, That of Hippolytus was left no moniment.