"How came he thus, I dare not tell;
My brother may the mystery dispel."
He stooped down--rising again to the astonished eyes of the fair dames
and nobles at the upper bench, in the forester's habit of Kendal green,
with cloak and doublet of the same colour.
"What's now?" said James. "Witchery and fause negromancie, o' my troth.
'Tis treason, Sir Richard, to use glamour in the king's presence."