In the taghairm the seer was bound in an animal's hide and left by the waters, the spirits of which inspired his dreams[…]. The hide was probably that of a sacrificial animal.

With the testimony against him, and his former suspicious character, besides his two-sided coat, things looked rather blue for poor Seymour.

Or is some knot of riotous slanderers leagued To infamize the name of the King's brother With a lie black as Hell?

O that our muse / Had those abstruse and sinewy faculties / That with a strain of fresh invention / She might press out the rarity of art, / The pur'st elixed juice of rich conceit, / In your attentive ears, that with the lip / Of gracious elocution we might drink / A sound carouse unto your health of wit.