ELEANOR.
I have my dagger here to still their throats.
FITZURSE.
Nay, Madam, not to-night--the night is falling.
What can be done to-night?
ELEANOR.
Well--well--away.
SCENE III.--_Traitor's Meadow at Freteval. Pavilions and Tents of the
English and French Baronage_. BECKET _and_ HERBERT OF BOSHAM.
BECKET.
See here!
HERBERT.
What's here?
BECKET.
A notice from the priest,
To whom our John of Salisbury committed
The secret of the bower, that our wolf-Queen
Is prowling round the fold. I should be back
In England ev'n for this.
HERBERT.
These are by-things
In the great cause.
BECKET.
The by-things of the Lord
Are the wrong'd innocences that will cry
From all the hidden by-ways of the world
In the great day against the wronger. I know
Thy meaning. Perish she, I, all, before
The Church should suffer wrong!
HERBERT.
Do you see, my lord,
There is the King talking with Walter Map?
BECKET.
He hath the Pope's last letters, and they threaten
The immediate thunder-blast of interdict:
Yet he can scarce be touching upon those,
Or scarce would smile that fashion.
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