BECKET.
I led seven hundred knights and fought his wars.
DE BRITO (_re-entering_).
My lord, the King demands five hundred marks,
Advanced thee at his instance by the Jews,
For which the King was bound security.
BECKET.
I thought it was a gift; I thought it was a gift.
_Enter Lord_ LEICESTER (_followed by_ BARONS _and_ BISHOPS).
My lord, I come unwillingly. The King
Demands a strict account of all those revenues
From all the vacant sees and abbacies,
Which came into thy hands when Chancellor.
BECKET.
How much might that amount to, my lord Leicester?
LEICESTER.
Some thirty--forty thousand silver marks.
BECKET.
Are these your customs? O my good lord Leicester,
The King and I were brothers. All I had
I lavish'd for the glory of the King;
I shone from him, for him, his glory, his
Reflection: now the glory of the Church
Hath swallow'd up the glory of the King;
I am his no more, but hers. Grant me one day
To ponder these demands.
LEICESTER.
Hear first thy sentence!
The King and all his lords--
BECKET.
Son, first hear _me_!
LEICESTER.
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