De Tracy. My lord, I follow'd Re- They burn themselves within-door. ginald Fitzurse. Becket. Our good John Must speed you to your bower at once. The child 132 I shall remember this Becket. Do. These be those baron brutes Yes the child-the That havock'd all the land in Stephen's O, rare, a whole long day of open field: Becket. Ay, but you go disguised. Rosamund. O, rare again' We'll baffle them, I warrant. What Rosamund. What, not good enough Even to play at nun? Becket. Dan John with a nun, That Map and these new railers at the Church May plaister his clean name with scurrilous rhymes ! No! Go like a monk, cowling and clouding THE HALL IN NORTHAMPTON CASTLE On one side of the stage the doors of an inner Council-chamber, half-open. At the bottom, the great doors of the Hall. ROGER ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, FOLIOT BISHOP OF LONDON, HILARY OF CHICHESTER, BISHOP OF HEREFORD, RICHARD DE HASTINGS (Grand Prior of Templars), PHILIP DE ELEEMOSYNA (the Pope's Almoner), and others. DE BROC, FITZURSE, DE BRITO, DE MORVILLE, DE TRACY, and other BAR ONS assembled a table before them. JOHN OF OXFORD, President of the Council. Enter BECKET and HERBERT OF Bo SHAM. Becket. Where is the King? Roger of York. Gone hawking on the Nene, And take the Church's danger on my. His heart so gall'd with thine ingrati self. tude. T E D Fo W Fo He will not see thy face till thou hast For London had a temple and a priest When Canterbury hardly bore a name. Becket. The pagan temple of a pagan Rome! The heathen priesthood of a heathen creed! Thou goest beyond thyself in petulancy! Who made thee London? Who, but Canterbury? John of Oxford. Peace, peace, my lords! these customs are no longer As Canterbury calls them, wandering clouds, But by the King's command are written down, And 40 by the King's command I, John of Oxford, The President of this Council, read them. |
