Barons of England and of Normandy,
When what ye shake at doth but seem to fly,
True test of coward, ye follow with a yell.
But I that threw the mightiest knight of France,
Sir Engelram de Trie,--
HERBERT.
Enough, my lord.
BECKET.
More than enough. I play the fool again.
_Enter_ HERALD.
HERALD.
The King commands you, upon pain of death,
That none should wrong or injure your Archbishop.
FOLIOT.
Deal gently with the young man Absalom.
[_Great doors of the Hall at the back open, and
discover a crowd. They shout_:
Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord!
SCENE IV.--_Refectory of the Monastery at Northampton.
A Banquet on the Tables_.
_Enter_ BECKET. BECKET'S RETAINERS.
1ST RETAINER.
Do thou speak first.
2ND RETAINER.
Nay, thou! Nay, thou! Hast not thou drawn the short straw?
1ST RETAINER.
My lord Archbishop, wilt thou permit us--
BECKET.
To speak without stammering and like a free man?
Ay.
1ST RETAINER.
My lord, permit us then to leave thy service.
BECKET.
When?
1ST RETAINER.
Now.
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